Just That Archaic Poet Poet Rhyme

Escape Artist

Falling through the holes of Time, 
I bequeathed what once was mine 
The Hands Of Fate are quite unkind, 
As Destiny hath me confined
In torture Towers- abuse of Power!
While in my cell I quiver- cower!
With Guards dispatched, a plan I hatch
To escape within the hour
Though, Lo! I compose perplexing prose 
To make a point that no one knows 
Who I am, or my haunting woes, 
But, oh, my hope doth grow and grow 
Though my Heart swells and heaves 
The broken Love's I haven't grieved 
Locked in a past I cannot leave, 
But in myself I do believe!

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Karl Marszalowicz January 7, 2014 at 3:12 AM I like most of this poem, just a personal thing though are you sure you want to write about the poem itself in that one line about prose? I don't know. great poem about the man in a bell tower or simply a heart broken person. Just That Archaic Poet January 7, 2014 at 7:05 AM Hi, Karl; thanks for the read and review. I thought it might add a touch of irony to talk about the poem inside the poem. It may not have been my best idea; I can concede as much. But thanks for taking time to leave a comment; much appreciated :)

Robin Davis October 30, 2013 at 5:33 PM Chan The Man This is a poem full of every emotion and feeling. I'm glad you believe in yourself enough to overcome your adversities. Nice write Thanks for the nice comment on my Haunted Poem Love and Hugs Sweet Pea Just That Archaic Poet October 31, 2013 at 8:54 AM Thanks for the read and review, Sweet Pea; I appreciate it :)