Servant

by Solnya   Mar 26, 2007


He plays me like an instrument
He know how to make me work
It's like he is a professional
A master of the art that is me

It's like i have no control
He has all the power
I am at his beck and call
He who's soul is sour

He refuses me to freedom
I'm imprisoned in his grasp
Chained to do his bidding
Unable to break free

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  • 16 years ago

    by Solnya

    Thank you anonymous

  • 16 years ago

    by StandStill

    This is really sad. it is great. i won't say anything technical like brigitte, cuz i don't know. i don't pay attention to that. all i saw was an amazing poem with meaning.

  • 17 years ago

    by Rowena Linley

    Uummm. that is quite a good a poem! Keep it up

  • 17 years ago

    by Brigitte

    Amazing word usuage, that captured the reader. I wasn't possitive what your rhyme skeam was though, in the first paragraph nothing rhymed, in the second paragraph it was an ABCB rhyme, and in the last nothing was rhymed. It kind of through the flow pattern off. In this sentance "He refuses me to freedom" I'd make it "of freedom" A well done peice of work, your unique discriptive sentances made the whole thing pull together. Nice job.

  • 17 years ago

    by InterviewWithTheKat

    Wow!
    are you talking about yourself? because this poem is really sad!!!
    i LOVE it though!
    well done!

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