Hopefully Poetry

Inspired by 'The Count of Monte Cristo'

Exactly what the title reads.

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Simple sailor man, soft spoken child

Tossed to the sharks, thrown to the wild

Alone and helpless, you somehow hope

Mercédès and father, you somehow cope

The dark seems infinite, prison like death

Buried, though you still have your breath

When will it end? You're confident soon

Where is Villefort? And his boon?

Days upon days, you're quietly waiting

Months upon years, your hope is fading

Suddenly light, unexpected shapes

An inspector! To him your feet traipes

Perhaps... he will inspect your case?

So you plead, light awash over your face

Taking pity on you, he does as you wish

Though you, from his mind he will banish

There is nothing he can do, he moves on

Patience anew, you're unaware of the con

The waiting game begins, death at the helm

You try to track days, but they overwhelm

And once again, you're alone in dark

The softest memory, is rough as bark

They give you food, and you think

Dead men don't eat, and given drink

You still think, do forsaken men need it?

Your little candle of life, seems unlit

And one night, when you're so close to gone

You hear tap-tap, sounding like angels song

You knock back, and it all goes quite

Hope rekindled, you'll break the granite

It takes a bit of time, but in the end

You gain his trust, and gain a friend

You both start to bond, as people will

He is brilliant, and your head starts to fill

Lessons and digging, it's nice to talk

Nice to not be alone, even if under lock

You'll be out soon, with the dear abbé

With familiar faces, you can't wait for the day

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That's as much as I could do. I hope it's nice. I know it's a bit awkward in places and I know its ending is a bit abrupt, but I tried. (: