Trapped

Your words to me
are not absorbed�
they are not a part of me.
Kneel, beg, implore�
it doesn�t matter�
my fortress guarantees me safety.
I have no worries about beasts,
no worries about jerks�
no worries about falling�
out of my tower.
I am kept secure,
hardly afraid to sleep,
except for these dreams
that threaten to beat me down.
They give me foolish and crazy thoughts�
thoughts of feeling,
thoughts of absorbing�
thoughts of loving.
Get them out and burn them!
You breaking dreams,
away with you!
I am much better
in my sheltered room
in my sheltered tower
in my sheltered tomb
in my sheltered exile,
in my self-made chains
of a
princess in the tower.
Back home!
Songs of Me
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