Anticipate

Highly departed in a dreaded tower Yet cease a beautiful flower Elegantly curved and shaped in glory As gorgeous as in a fiction story Long Florissant golden hair Sea like eyes with specs of sand She moved silently with care But always to her demand Tip toe upon the granite floor Check the lock of the wooden door No way out, no scapegoat in sight Yet open the window and let in the light Hear the mighty creature roar Tremble at the eerie sound Back up I will do no more Oh! Let me be found See the valley over all Yet how can one be so small Tears of sorrow appear to me No one can hear my long lasting plea To this I might as well go insane Can I be so forgotten? I try so hard not to complain I do not believe that I am that rotten To what do I owe this wonderful curse? Nothing is worse Than parents that hate the loved It’s like they had shoved Me into a crowed of unknown people Not concerned at all about my wellbeing Sent me away with only a necklace of opal Not ever foreseeing My future with care Not even a blessing or a prayer Was given to me Always trapped and never free Such appalling parents Wicked they are To cause such events Is truly bizarre And yet I forgive them with all my heart Even though it has torn us apart Although I am speechless of what I would say to them