Master

I will escape soon,

I will burst through

Her defences:

These bars that are

Lighter than a feather.

And I will roll down a

Gentle hill towards freedom.

Sweet freedom...

But alas, it seems I will be waiting

For forever and a day.

She is too strong to

Let the tears she holds captive

Leave her.

For that will show weakness,

And more will come forth

As she revels in her own failure.

But she will not change.

Her tears will never conquer her.