Despair-Escape 47

In a chamber dark and scarce with light

a huddle backed man lives by candlelight

hunched far over a dark wooden table

with eyes aglow in casting a fable.


Stone and wood, well barriers he made

to keep the intruding world at bay

locked outside, barred and forgotten

so none of its noise and drama come knockin.


In a chamber dark and scarce with light,

a huddled back man sits by candlelight

hunched far over a dark wooden table

with eyes aglow in casting a fable.


In secreted place dread's call be ignored

for the penning and crafting of worlds to adore

where love and justice and freedom could reign

where work and effort could bring honest gain

where dreams came alive, instead of slain

where joy and laughter, not prejudice deign.


In a chamber dark and scarce with light,

a huddle backed man lives by candlelight

hunched far over a dark wooden table

with eyes aglow in casting a fable.


Dreamy lives continously hatching

pen and paper releasing a scratching

a huddled man, emotionally stabled

from the soul killing dredge of being differently abled.


In a chamber dark and scarce with light,

a huddle backed man lives by candlelight

hunched far over a dark wooden table

his spirit aglow in casting a fable.



"Despair-Escape 47"

by Bill's Spirit

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