Author's Note: Welcome to my story Of Imprisonment and Freedom this is a poem/epic about a criminal escaping Port Sarim Jail, and trying to repent for his sins along the way. This is my first sad attempt at fanfiction so please go easy ='( If someone would be kind enough to leave a review I will try to update more often (if my story isn't and epic fail)
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For Reasons kept locked deep in my mind,
I from within myself come here and find,
That I am trapped within these walls,
Walls that fill the many dark and decrypted halls…
The room, containing an everlasting dark,
Steals my soul and the little light left inside my heart.
Only a solitary window relieves my pain,
Only a solitary light relieves the shame…
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I barely eat and starve to death,
Water lack burns my throat with every breath.
Oh the crimes I have committed!
And the many more left omitted...
All my sins now I see,
That make me weep in shame and agony...
Heavens above take pity on my soul!
Haven't I already payed my toll?
Haven't I payed for the errors of my way?
Don't I deserve to least see the light of day?
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Alas! once more I lay alone...
Once more observing my prison of stone...
Mildew replaces the air I breathe,
Making my lungs burn and seethe.
As I toss and I turn,
I feel with each breath how much they burn!
A sorrowful state I find myself in,
Locked between the walls within,
Hearing the slow monotonous drip,
Of water from the broken pipe tip,
Drip, drop, drip, drop…
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Maddeningly I wish it all to stop!
I desire to escape my wretched misery,
And escape my cursed captivity!
And yet sitting on the cold stone I ponder,
Thinking of what happens yonder.
What is happening in the world I once knew?
What is happening in the world where the sky is blue?
When will I feel the sun once more upon my skin?
When will I see the smiles of whom I am akin?
Once more I look in the water to see,
The horrid wretch that has become me,
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Aghast I turn away in shame,
But in the end, only I am to blame...
No longer am I a man of joy and gaiety,
Now I am a wraith sentenced by royal decree...
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Alas! There are but two ways for me to be free,
Both of which will demand a costly fee…
To attempt an escape or be taken by death…
I pick the first without a waste of breath,
For the second shall swiftly follow should I fail…
Finally, I must run over mountains and jump over rails.
I shall even storm through the pits of hell if need be!
For nothing will ever stop me from being free!