Poetry Of All Sorts

A Servant Deemed Queen.

I am stretched and seized upon my knees like a servant does the queen.
Honour masked upon my features, soft and boldly seen.
My life in a box, perfectly wrapped and ready to set at your feet,
head bowed, heart not daring to skip a beat.
Praise encloses my lips, sickly sweet at the mouth of a bear trap.
Every word spoken, sits silently awaiting the given consent.
Thoughts thaw in my mind ready to gush out like a waterfall coming into spring but all that is released are droplets in the kitchen sink from the tap that will never be fixed.
My muscles, my mind, my deepest bones ache to spring free like the life of a rainforest, forever moving, changing, improving but all that escapes are the short, sharp movements of my robot limbs, ready for you to press my buttons and turn me on.
Heat wraps around my heart, ready to engulf the world in smoke, set it on fire with my tokens of knowledge I hold but you acquire your own as you suck the earth dry to its bones just so you can rain on my parade and let out my flame.
I never held the gift of love so I hoped this hollow entity could be returned.
All it did was suffocate as I scratched my way, bloody nails were all I earned because a fire needs air to burn.
You were afraid so you kept me still where I lay and named me something fun to play.
That was until you complained I was broken, shunned me away because my bruised, bundled bones were too boring.
"You no longer sing the same song, say the same words you spoke so splendidly. You no longer have the fire within you that I so loved"
So I walked away, or more I was shoved.
Left unable to comprehend just how you could mend and make and shift and shake my brains, my body, my being.
Then deem me broken, when it was you that broke me, tore me apart after you said I was your queen.