Love Poem: Escape Artist

Escape Artist

Falling through the holes of Time, 
I bequeathed what once was mine 
The Hands Of Fate are quite unkind, 
As Destiny hath me confined
In torture Towers- abuse of Power!
While in my cell I quiver- cower!
With Guards dispatched, a plan I hatch
To escape within the hour
Though, Lo! I compose perplexing prose 
To make a point that no one knows 
Who I am, or my haunting woes, 
But, oh, my hope doth grow and grow 
Though my Heart swells and heaves 
The broken Love's I haven't grieved 
Locked in a past I cannot leave, 
But in myself I do believe!