Emancipation

I can not see.

I can not see!

Do not pity me, gentlemen!

I beg you not to!

I have now fled the inescapable,

Severed yet another bond with reality,

Ended the thralldom 

that curled my wrists

for 20 years

20 years gentlemen!

I gouged my eyes and now

I can not see.

Rejoice, rejoice!

I am at last free.

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

Your poem is great Batata. You've described in poetic terms the escape from whatever is binding this woman?? and setting her free. Have you a specific situation in mind but it still works in the general.
All the best,
Alan