Quite, dense and the negative decibels,
Screeching the sound of my blood
Flowing through my veins,
Impulsing me to escape.
Escape this dungeon,
At all cost but my life.
Banging, Whomping, detonating!
Not a bruise.
What are these barricades made of?
Iron? Mithril? Galvorn?
Feasibly my own broods?
Darn! They're my apprehensions.
Terminating my capability
To surmount.
I’ll not hold back,
I’ll not stop now,
I’ll break through the walls built
Through the terror fused in me.
That’s what it means,
To be brave,
To be courageous,
To be free.
I am absolute.
I am, me.
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