Oubliette
I am not a prisoner bound
I am the oubliette
I cannot be found
Nor can I forget
The proof lies with me
Of what they would hide
What they wish not to be
I mock and chide
I vex them
Oubliette
I am not a prisoner bound
I am the oubliette
I cannot be found
Nor can I forget
The proof lies with me
Of what they would hide
What they wish not to be
I mock and chide
I vex them
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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