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Created on: April 26, 2008 Last Updated: April 27, 2008
In a dungeon
On the darkest night
I am hanging
Hanging on a cold stone wall
Trying to sleep
But discomfort takes over
Blood runs down me
My back is chafed
Left alone here
With no one to help me
On the verge of insanity
Head is throbbing
I cry out numerously
In vain I yell "Help!"
No one...
No one to help me
I try to reach the key
And feel along the wall
With my free leg
There has to be something!
After five minutes
Of muscle expansion
I find a brick
Hanging like a loose tooth
I push it in
Nothing happens
I pull it out
Revealing a window
In this window
Lies the freedom long desired
A golden key
To the outside world
I grab hold of it
With my teeth
And with much effort
Pry the cuffs open
I get re-dressed
Crawl through a space
I pray and hope
For no recaptures
My excitement
Turns to disappointment
When I enter a room
A room full of guards
Undecidedly I creep forth
Trying not to make a sound
My shoes squeak
I don't think they heard
A sigh of relief
Escapes my mouth
I move slowly and surely
Until I reach the exit
When the bridge lowers
I make a beeline
Towards the moat
I jump as far as I can
I barely make it
I am now gripping tightly
Onto the ledge
It's a 5-foot drop from here
Pulling myself up
I make a break for it
I dare not look back
I dare not turn back
I am free;
Praise the Lord!
I am free;
Glory to God!
Free as a bird
No longer beast bait
Free as the wind
Skipping like a little girl
Happy as can be
Reunited with my family
Never to be harmed
Never to be taken again.
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