Tears imprisoned within my eyes, loosened before the evening
is done, filled with dreams and prophecies unfulfilled.
Tattered, ragged life, lying undone after the rip chord of
death has been pulled.
Itself, just a memory of words, unspoken, unheard, of until
now.
Life once imprisoned within my mind, loosened now, today,
the day I've died.
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