My chains are clasped around my wrists
As a bluebird sings me a song
For so long under this tree
I've been imprisoned
The sun has long since bronzed my skin
And my eyes are used to the glare
So many seasons pass me by
Yet time forgets me still
I am friends with the animals passing by
And this tree shelters me through all
But people left me here all alone
The price for my evil crime
I sometimes believe that I deserve this punishment
But truly, this was far too harsh a judgement
My flesh has scarred from the chains
My mind has snapped in two
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
My chains are clasped around my wrists
As a bluebird sings me a song
For so long under this tree
I've been imprisoned
The sun has long since bronzed my skin
And my eyes are used to the glare
So many seasons pass me by
Yet time forgets me still
I am friends with the animals passing by
And this tree shelters me through all
But people left me here all alone
The price for my evil crime
I sometimes believe that I deserve this punishment
But truly, this was far too harsh a judgement
My flesh has scarred from the chains
My mind has snapped in two
Written 15 February 2016
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