Slaved...

A poor slave boy and his poor slaved life.

Day and night I'm being pushed around
Their orders and insults have no bound.
Its like I'm a screwed up puppet doll
I feel like I want to scream and fall.

Do this now, no do that now
They say but never show me love,
I am their slave and I am their sin
They think that they could wear me thin.

Why do they not feel my pain?
What good could they possibly gain?
I am a human with a soul,
But hurting me seems their only goal.

My soul inside my heart can't yell
Out the despair in this bloody hell.
Everyday they do the same,
They turn me down and say I am lame.

I wish to fly, I wish to cry,
I wish I could but never try.
My tears are dry, but still won't stop
To run down my eyes drop by drop.

I reach for a dagger to stab them all,
But only my fear stands up tall.
I make the sounds but no one hears me,
My rage and anger they fail to see.

Bit by bit I start to die tonight,
Yet my heart says, "Get up and fight!"
I see their smiles, their evil grins
But their authority always wins.

But now,

I catch my breath and run away far,
With no more hope on my shining star.
I run from hell, or their home
And all alone I sadly roam.

Eager eyes all stare into mine,
Unknown people all fit and fine.
I trip and fall and hurt my head
"You look hurt" someone said.

I nodded and got up on my feet
Never to stop, or to greet.
Panting and sweating I still run
For I want to be free and have my fun.

I did not wish to be locked and tied
and hatred for me they tried to hide.
For pain and more pain was all they gave,
This poor boy, who was their slave....

Author's Note

Don't mind the punctuations.

Reviews

[heich]

i love this..its very realistic..people could actually relate..

[Stephen_Fatewright]

Slave only to the mind,
Slave only to the mind. Such words remind me of that echo. Your rythm bare, of to that a concept internated with such innocence. To a yes, indeed. Slavery, a binding a contract that takes your hands, grinds them out of your eyes, and maddens you into the dirt. And so maddened.. So maddened some men do become.. Explore your internation, my words of heed, internation of course, is what we all need.

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime we feel like a slave to this world. I like this poem. The feel and emotion was strong. Sometime we are locked in and forget we were free once. That is a sad was to died. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote