My Master

My chest had collapsed

It was your calloused hands at work

Anxious for a malicious attack

Pursuing me with an aggressive smirk

 

In cold dark places you hide

Waiting until I am silent and weak

You’re always eagerly at my side

I am gullible to your sly technique

 

You touched me with dirty fingers

How could I have known?

That you’d make my soul cower indoors

Telling me my thoughts were now your own

 

Death was on your lips

Infiltrating all of your words

Using your sadistic tricks

You wouldn’t allow my voice to be heard

 

Under your weight I could barely breathe

You’re vicious poison was in my blood

Keeping the agony buried beneath

An uncontrollable rage had bud

 

You kept my wrists in a painful restraint

Pulling me into your prison

You tried to tell me you were a saint

That I was the one who should be forgiven

Author's Note

My insecurities have a way of controlling me.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

You pour your honesty and opened your heart and invited your readers to connect with your soul, this was deep yet elegantly crafted!

[Dark Poet]

Thank you so much!

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome