____ My Master and the Kid ____

Some mumble jumble, nothing much nothing more.

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I lived in a box
It looked like a brain
Its functions were dubious
Inhuman and insane

It told me things
Things that I should do
And like a servant unhindered
Blindly I would pursue

Sometimes I was slow
I seldom did decline
But when I did so
I was definitely about to whine

Its rage was fearsome
It stung like a dart
When ever I listened
To my friend called heart

We both were together
Lived in the same place
I, my majesties' servant
Whereas my friend was without a face

My friend was disgraced
From his stature he had dipped
He would go against my master
A sour taste he had sipped

My friend tend to whisper
Things that were forbidden
For there's treachery in every message
Sometimes open, sometimes hidden

Sometimes he whispered
Of unseen worlds and emotions
Sometimes he tend to slash hard
At my blind, obedient devotions

Days converted to months
And months in years now
My friend kept on whispering
He won't take a bow

And I kept on serving
My master's every bid
As I was the humble servant
My friend's a filthy kid.

And then one day
The air went still
Silence hovered deadly
There was no sound until

An earsplitting roar
The loudest i ever heard
Chaos gripped my body
A pain I never suffered

I ran for my life
I ran not knowing where
I thought of my master
But then i didn't care

But slowly my limbs
Gave up their flight
I chocked on my breath
I was loosing sight

Its that moment when i heard
My master's anguish cries
Those which are uttered
When a very close one dies

And before i could conclude
I saw the face of death
I heard a faint whisper
It was my last breath

The whisper of my friend
Was the agony of my master
And it only takes two
To revert any disaster

Hence, I died without my friend
And my master lost his salve
And now he can't but yell
At the silence of my grave

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Deaths Cold Kiss]

i like the emotions in this piece, great write

[Vanessa Whiteley]

As Sel says the rhythm is great in this.

[Sel Whiteley]

This was a very intense and beautiful poem about conflict between the two, the master and the kid and that eventual death. It was incredibly compelling and the rhythm was fantastic, you created such suspense. A great poem, thankyou for sharing.

[J.E. Stroud]

Wow, this had a lot of emotion behind it...I liked it a lot.

[An Ordinary Woman]

I know where you've been and the struggle has been difficult. Writing always helps, as you know. I am sorry for your recent pain and it is my wish for you that things look up soon. Your poem is both heartfelt and beautiful, _Flaw_. Very intense writing.


*hugz* to you

[Brianna Brie]

Intense poem. The battle rages until the end. Like how the beginning sucks you in to find out about the box. Really fast flowing, swift and sure. Great job!