The Poetry Gripe

Forced to stay

Let me leave

Please?

Do you not see the need

To let me plead

As you leave

Me in these chains

I hate you so, you evil one

Let me leave this darkened room

Where no sun shines

Nothing but you

I hate this place

It smells

It reeks

Of the people before me

Dead on their knees

Held up so by their pride

The eyes of the worthless

Empty

Please hide

These scars are me mar the body

That was so carefully constructed

Let me leave

This sad place

Where no one else knows its place

Forced in these chains

Let me break away

Run outside where the rain draws heavy

Never did I learn of the whip he did carry

Striking me down as the rain drew near

Forcing me in, craving me so

God please no

Let me leave this dreadful place

I am not yours to eat and taste

This violation

Is higher than propigation

God, why disgrace me so

Why lead me to this place where the devil grows

Now I seek a way out

Forced to stay in the this place of inside outs

I'm breaking away, the chains that hold me

Please no, don't you hold me

I have to run

Reach the bell

Maybe then the people will hear

That their lover in arms is crying so dear

But as the sound makes its round

Do I realize the falsehood crown

The one placed upon my head

Now I truly feel dead

Forced to stay in the place of lows

Toying now with my toes

Cutting slowly the despair away

One day I won't be forced to stay

Now now one

You need not leave yet

For you are but alive

In the skin of the dead