Flown by Ben Franklin

Half way on the way
To whole,
Believing everything the soulless soul sold

Stuck in a 4 cornered room
That had been implanted in her mind,
Told if the parade were to come to town
Then she would certainly be left behind

Made to feel worthless
Like a 2p coin
We casually flick away
Because it starts to clutter our pockets

In a war zone,
Fighting a constant psychological
Battle,
She was a trapped bird
Who’s cage he knew how to rattle

Went a million steps to far,
His project he was trying to programme
Decided to reprogram,
Left him….and became a better model.

From time to time the thought of him still
Arises,
But she quickly puts those thoughts to the back of
Her mind…..I now hope that happiness is all she deserves
And finds.

barb (67.58.198.195) -- Tuesday, May 22 2007, 01:19 am

oh so nice
The writing is so good,but it's the subject that touched me.That someone cared about the welfare and happiness of another. The writing got that across.good work.

Ben Franklin (82.27.206.117) -- Saturday, May 26 2007, 09:37 am

Thank you barb,
Thanks barb,
Im not writing as much as I do,and this one felt nice good to write.thanks for reading.

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