I did her wrong

She tells me oft' I've done her wrong
maintains this widely spoken
and hear this: I believed her song
and felt myself: betrayer

But, in my sleep I cracked the chains
and from that cell, I've broken
and though the sting of word remains
I breach each painful layer

I push myself toward light of day
(my lungs now nearly bursting)
toward surface, air, on ground I'll lay
and purge myself of sorrow

Regain my life, my spirit healed
(For that, my soul is thirsting)
and walk myself through flowered field,
enjoy each bright tomorrow

Inspiration via WilliamShakespeare

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