Galloping Through the Night
I'm galloping,
Galloping through this storm,
Rain pounding my cloak,
A feeling of blindness coming over,
Then again,
I wasn't supposed to leave,
My warm home,
Until the suns wave of light,
Comes through my curtains so bright,
Anger I see,
Will fill my fathers every word,
But it is too late,
I'm an adventurer,
Not a daughter,
I was never a good daughter,
To thee,
He gave me all,
Yet all I see is entrapment,
His every whim being fulfilled,
For his lonesome greed,
I will not be like her,
Like the mother I loathe,
No curiosity would hurt a girl like me,
It would turn me to depression,
Which would put me to death,
So you see,
I wish to be free,
Free of everyone,
But myself,
And my greed.
Copyright © Elizabeth Howell | Year Posted 2007
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