• My heart is ensnared,
    my voice undeclared
    words I heard
    a sickness never cured
    you were an important figure
    and your image has started to flicker

    You've left me in the dust
    you thought it a must
    to use me as a joke
    I saw no smoke
    and the mirrors broke

    Father ,we've halted
    for you have molded
    what you think is a plan
    but you've only ran
    curious, you call yourself a man

    Cunning thoughts,
    you've started a colt
    against you
    Mother's not weeping
    for she doesn't like you

    I don't know you
    like I used to
    just as you knew
    what you put me through,

    My plea has ended,
    my poem finished,
    the END