My Past My Bondage
My past forever haunts me
for I was twice a martyr
should I not feel the need to hide
am I not to have unexplained fears
such as fire execution and the clergy
should I not
am I not
My past is me it rules me
for I sat on a throne of power
do I not have the right to miss it
can I not feed the hungry and the poor
because greedy kings will bury me in darkness
do I not
can I not
My past is my present
for I am weary my soul is tired
will I be granted permission to restore it
wouldn't I be careless not to baby it
polish it till it shines as a diamond again
will I be
wouldn't I be
Copyright © Angela Crabtree | Year Posted 2008
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