My heart is sealed
I'm wrapped in chain
My soul can't be healed
My love is vain
I'm locked inside
In this prison I hate
And my body is tied
To the troll-guarded gate
Always in pain
Tortured till might
My tears are like rain
In the middle of the night
Blood on the walls
Flowing slowly
Don't know if it's mine
Or it's the prisoners below me
For a long time we starved
No food no water
On the walls we carved
The names of sons and daughters
Who died because of cruel
Selfish rich fools
Who made an absurd rule
That decided that we were just tools
That work for their comfort
We have no feelings
We are aliens of a sort
We deserve no healing
We do what they say
And what they please
We risk our lives
So they live in ease
We are their slaves
We crouch in caves
We don't sleep at night
And we quiver at their sight
The monsters that invaded our world
And made us see our lives blurred
And in the end
I'm scared and afraid
We die and tend
To leave and fade
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Slaves
PoetryPoetry describing the pain and oppression some people live in. Poetry that stands for the weak and helps the depressed. Poetry that my heart controls not my mind. Poetry that my pencil longs to write on its own. Poetry that I hope you read and refle...
