Transcendental Sonnet #1347:
The One Who Got Away

The greatest gift one I once loved gave me
Though I could not discern it in the dark
Was when she tired of me and set me free

Rejection serving as a start if stark
Of freedom which I never would have found
Had I remained what I know now as bound

Within a spider's web of poisoned lies
Suspended paralyzed with other flies
Who still bound are less fortunate than I

The one who got away rejected fly

She will consume them whenever she wants
And I would be digested now unless
Cast out from that web of her bitterness

A dark place where a living dead one haunts

+Steven Curtis Lance



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