A room with no window,
a room with no door.
One foot in, one foot out,
both my feet, flat on the floor.
A train of thought running,
each and every day.
I am the prisoner of this tower,
that stands but five foot two.
Currently, I love my captivity,
since the alternative maybe rather bleak.
I pass the days, hour by hour,
like all the other lovely towers.
We are all just a crowd of towers,
like a forest full of trees.
I feel like a canary in a mineshaft,
in this tower that belongs to me.
Upon release from captivity,
my tower will be just am empty cage.
Farewell to my fellow towers,
as I soar and fly away.
by FIELD OF THORNS
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