My jeweled-prison
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The death of my words will be the birth of my sanity. I pray to the above or below make me sane.

My jeweled-prison

Happiness besieges me

Every follicle of my being rumbles.

Rumbles to the sounds of jewels being found.

Rumbles to the sounds of waves splashing as I write.

A pirate steals my words .

A pirate steals thy words from my sleep.

When will I rest- finally rest with the dead?

The death of my words will be the birth of my sanity

I pray to the above or below, make me sane!

Take my words .

And let me be free.

Steal from me till nothing is left to steal

Nothing but the remnant's of a gypsy-soul I've grown to tolerate.

Take my words for they are not mine .

The words belong to my dreams and the clichéd stars.

Alas I am the pirate who stole from my dreams.

CUFF me. SENTENCE me. For- I am a thief.

Revert me to a reckless child throwing a rock in a pond.

One bounce. Two bounces. Alas, a stubborn attempt at a third.

Perhaps then happiness shall besiege me again.

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