Trying to escape
From the hold
Where icy fingers
Run cold
Eyes as blind
But all-seeing
Where to run
From these beings?
Just need to
Escape and breathe
Held in shackles
Cannot flee
Wanting to find
The Sanctuary
Long sought after
A thousand yesterdays
*Interpret as you will…
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Posted in: Poetry
Posted on August 24, 2012
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