Unbroken escape.

Chain unbroke
afraid I spoke
                       with a painful poke
                      from, escape I awoke
                          to a handed rope
not sure I'll cope
                    so dangling
                               feet,
                                  I choke.

Now its the old rope
that lies, unbroke.

Back to forward.

A therapeutic serum that's laid out in verse
in plain view, but hidden from search
here and there, lies my humble church.

Not writing down words
with the ability to shout
confined with the hate
that's foaming at the mouth
so to the hypothetical ten, I count
to learn something new, ready for the next bout.