Slave

Sad

 

An object to be owned

Desired only for the work I provide

Thought of never as a living soul

I am to be beaten ,abused

Never a kind word or

Gentle touch

Born into this life

Never wanting to be

No consideration for my wishes

Or welfare

A source for derision and

Deviant behavior

Chained and shackled by night

Emptiness and endless despair

By day

I pray for an end

That never comes

Only more of the same

These memories

Buried deep in me

Seem as vultures

Stripping me daily

Of this remaining flesh

This glorious madness

Of  my captors

Is boundless and endless