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
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