No device, nor you, can torture me
My soul is free
One thing that is my own, what they can’t take away from me
Mine and mine alone
Beyond this place, beyond this harsh world is something more
Someone like me, something, somewhere, that no one’s ever seen
Guaranteed.
Rack me!
Until my limbs dislocate
Whip me!
Down to the bone
Go ahead, aim at my heart, throw the first stone
I bleed but refuse to be overtaken
Do not be mistaken
I am not afraid of this. I am not afraid of you. It’s true.
YES — it is your character I must impugn!
Can’t fool me — but you sure do make me weary
The lies, the games, and the person you will never be
I know the web you weave
I know the destruction you leave
Most of all, I know the intricate way you like to…
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The Reluctant Poet 