These halls paced forever more
Door after door
My body wary
And mind
Thirsty
Locked
To my touch
Jingle of keys in distant fog
Tells the saviour has come
His hands caress the long ornate escape
I leap and am freed
No longer a prisoner of my own
For I was saved
Saved by revealed truth
The saviour who bids no fear
Dwells on patience
Feeds on misconception
I was rescued
Beyond understanding
I was inspired
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Sorry for the terrible poem, but i felt like trying to be a poet for a day. It's more about the concept really. I was thinking about people or event that teach us beyond the point of understanding but inspire us. This may be our English teacher or even God. The point is, you leave with an enlightened awareness of life and beauty and you are no longer trapped in your mind through confusion.
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