By, J. Lynn Dickson
A prisoner kept without reason,
Confined to a cell locked without a key
Lies in each word you speak
It wasn’t the wind
That pushed me against the wall
Spewing venom
It wasn’t the wind
That threw me to the floor
With laughter in your eyes
It wasn’t the wind
That wrapped it’s hands around my neck
In my pleas, my screams
You found satisfaction
In my tears, my misery
You found joy
A refuge on the run
Trying to keep one step ahead
Prey fleeing predator
In all that you thieved
Have you not taken enough?
You stole my heart, my body, my spirit
My soul sits in ruins at your feet
Are you not satisfied?
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