Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Trapped

For thirty-two years

My face trapped inside an iron mask

Royal treatment gives no comfort

As guards bow on entering my cell

Yet they make no attempt

to rescue me from this torment

my face, long forgotten

yet my mind never ceases to work

remembering each moment

where I am meant to be

who I was born to be?

I pray for my memory to fade

That darkness never comes

It is the face of my brother

That keeps memory alive

At night my thoughts grow dark

I have killed him, torn his body apart

in thousand different ways

Would you not want to do the same?

Trapped as I am?