The Slave

I feel alone and tired,

Darkness swallowing me whole.

My heart, empty and wired,

As if I never had no soul.

 

Falling deeper and faster,

Bloody wounds making my head spin.

The light growing dark and dimmer,

In this battle, I cannot ever win.

 

The pain is too much,

Please end my last breath now.

I don’t want as such,

To have a master who’ll make me bow.

 

I truly can only cry,

End me now, I want to die.

Reviews

[Fictioneer]

A powerful poem, great job.

[Sami Khalil]

My heart
empty and wired.
A nice write.

[Castonovia]

Depressing, sorrowful piece of description, chilling and so very emotional... a slave's final bit of pride to rather die than bow down low after so much tiresome abuse, fights never won time again. Well penned, lyrical write indeed ;)