My Great EscapeA Poem by The Ugly RoseThe grains of the desk The hard, emotionless desk Peer back at me My breath condences on its surface As I take my last intake Of sweet, glorious freedom.
That was I, The prisoner of the hour The tortured hero For the very actions That had saved my own soul.
The looming darkness Creeping from each corner The deafening silence Of my own imprisonment.
Yet against all odds My mind opens a door A grand door on the stone wall That leads me to my paradise To my freedom To my brothers To my home. © 2009 The Ugly Rose
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1 Review Added on February 11, 2009 Last Updated on July 25, 2009 AuthorThe Ugly RoseCalgary, CanadaAbout* I love it when you rate my work, not just review it :P* Nearly all my work has spelling errors because my keyboard often misses keys that I press * **If you would like to quote my work, or use it.. more..Writing
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