Master's Call
Lies lies and more lies... Still you try to justify... I want to be like you I wish I were strong and cold and complacent... I fall weak before you. I do as I’m told. I play the puppet on the string. Anything for you. I hide behind mask... Beyond walls I put in place... You peer through you pull me kicking and screaming from my hole... Dance again for the master. Play the fool act the slave... Bear the whip that beats you... All with a grin. All with love. Please kick me again. Please punch and shove me. Anything for your attention. I need it I crave it. All I want is to please... All I know is to act. What am I really but your fool. Use me again. Throw me to the side. My heart is nothing more. My body is destroyed. My soul has been tainted and my energy drained. I have no salvation. I only want so much to do as I’m told to give you that moment’s pleasure. To be the willing slave. I tend the whips I clean the shed. I do as I’m told. I love my life. I love my place beneath your feet. I accept my scraps you so graciously throw before me. I’m filthy clean. Sanctified by my desire to give more than I have. How can I please you today? How can I serve you best? Teach me. Beat me. Use me as you see best. Thank you. Again a thousand fold. I survive living off your torment. Strength I gather from breaking apart. Pride I take in service... Again the master Calls and I Serve the only way I know how... upon the floor under the weight. Where is the shine in my eyes? I gave it to clean the boots of the master. Where is the essence of my strength I gave it in service of the master. Again the master calls. Again I crawl forwards under the weight of your persecution for injustices I took upon myself.
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