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I am sitting here.
Thinking.
Hungry.
Waiting.

What am I waiting for?
Listen.

Do you hear footsteps?

The halls are silent.

I know they're silent, and I am lost.

No one has bound my hands,

My legs are free,
My mouth is free,
My speech is free.

If I wish,
I can roam the world.

If I want to,
I can sleep on gold.

There's a throne next door that I can sit on.
A footstool that I can rest on.
A palace that I can rule in.

Yet I have nothing.

Everyone has left me, you see.

Everything is gone.

I have all, and I have nothing.

I am not bound, yet I am not free.
The Earth is mine to wander, but I am alone.
Everyone has left, and I am in a prison of loneliness.

When will the guard of death set me free?
The creation groans under the burden of sin, for all is vanity and grasping for the wind.
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PatchesWolf Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2014  Student General Artist
Wow! This is very nicely written. 
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wordspencilsandwords Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you!!! :D (Big Grin):excited: :excited: :excited: 
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PatchesWolf Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2014  Student General Artist
You're welcome!!! :squee:
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MarcoEmma Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Awesome! :D I love this!
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wordspencilsandwords Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you! Tackling hug 
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MarcoEmma Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome! :la:
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