I figure as long as I'm journalling, it'll be from my journalI wrote this a while ago

Rapunzel's Lament:

I am free in the world, yet trapped;
Though my body be sent to pasture, to roam,
My mind is held captive, locked into thought.
I call and call, but you cannot hear.
You are too far away for my voice,
Sort as a pindrop, a whisper to some detached ear
Not scarcely audible through the chaotic chorus of thought
That plagues your every moment
My body, my mind, i cannot climb the tower before me
Until you let down your rope, our connection
Spun from years of moments, heartache
And songs of lamentation that linger echoing through the wood
An axe is a useless weapon against a flood
Weighs you down and lets you drown
Buried beneath the dune-like waves of time
And thus, forgotten...abandoned...alone.