The Wrath of the Protective Spear

Raging. I scream Such anger emits throughout me. Free is all I want to be. God oh god why won you let me. You’re bound by anger Jealousy and fear. And surround me With your feelings That gleam with the un pure. My freedom is all I want. Is all I need to be? My words my love Please do not steal from me. So tirelessly you work Drifting so far away from me. But not a word shall you hear In complaint about thee. I have fought tiring years. With pain endlessly. Sweet death as you know Dying to take me. But I escaped With just faith, the crab In such a bloody fray. Beaten and burnt, I escaped But only to be bound, not free Each day, I would wake wondering If it was merely a dream. If I had died and then risen. And was now in between. So I plead sweet dear. Do not steal my words away from me I once was touched by death. Please don’t make it all that i dream. BY Amanda.M.Miller