Seeing The Fields Through The Hole Of The Wall

seeing the fields through the hole of the wall

watching the birds singing their songs

exhaling the words that I could never spoke

the size of a kingdom that I call of my own

imprisonment never suited me well

only all those men

they grieve power and the glory of God

disguised in silver and gold

been here for too long

my eyes have been crying enough

that could fill the rivers of my home

my skin is detached from my soul

the testimony of a queen

that could have had everything beneath her feet

and now vanishes with the wind

with a legacy of ill-conceived

my biggest desire?

to be surrounded by flowers, bees and trees

having my little white dress on

and running in the fields

feeling wild, alive and young

having a passion to win

not unwilling to live

writing poetry

in silence,please

perfectly sounding

the river beneath my feet

and when it's time to go home

I fear to go alone

leave all my talents there

and forget about what you've said

I'm scared of myself

"I'm sorry"

her last words sounded quietly as she kneeled

the next thing she heard

was the axe slicing her neck

I'm outside my body

and out of my mind

I'm being punish for leaving the 'oh how sweet these pills are'

my stomach is still cold like the water I drank

and I don't recognise my surroundings anymore

like I know

but at the same time I don't

nobody told me that trying to get better can be worse than not