Part of the Pithom series…
Without
I am without
I have escaped
Myself
I picked the lock
Unhinged my soul
And made it…
Across the threshold
I fled the tower
And shed the irons
Waded through the moat
I made it to the trees
And I can hear their call
I can hear them scream
I am accused…
But I am free
I have gone
I am free
I have left
I’m not there
I am here
You won’t find
For I am out
Of my mind
I made it…
I am without
I have escaped
Myself
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