Moonlight arrives nothing is said
Because the moon can't mock the Jewel
Because there was really no dialogue
No refreshment is served so the Jewel loses colour and life
Survival is almost hard to obtain
Death sings slow songs to bring her to sleep
A Jewel unpolished and forgotten is nothing but dust
The master rushes in finally
The counter had been used
Seeing progress
He realizes that the Jewel is a shiny natural
One he possessed and must continue to rule
So his arrival is sung
The Jewel is saying her goodbyes to nature
But nature refuses to see her off
As a non starry night and moonless pure sky dismisses her from life itself
The Jewel is given a second chance
That's hard to come by
Some potential is seen in the Jewel
Which calls for favour from the master
Excellent goldsmiths can never produce such a rare gem
The Jewel is seen in a new light
But apologies are a taboo from the master
And must only be dished and served to him
Either the Jewel does or non at all
With pride the Jewel swallows her apology
The master also doesn't give any
She is treated like a ray of sunshine
But sometimes even the sun is taken for granted
The Jewel's plight happens at the dusk of day
When nature's dialogue is cut off
When called upon by the master
Unfortunate is the life of She, the Jewel
But every person has a burden to carry or bear
And hers is in the likes of a royal master
A possessor
Or what he is fondly called by others, not She
A royal husband
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OPPRESSORS BY BEE_YOND ( narrative poetry )
PoetryA jewel is attractive something to be possessed but if it gets scratched, or becomes rusty... It is dirt -something to be disposed of and that is who she is. ~ She Water gushing into my lungs while my head is forced beneath rising tides... Choking...
