Default Title - Wild mind Poetry

slave

In want of words that a bereaved woman moans
out of my inmost self i cry out
not knowing how to cope
made miserable at tender
ill treatment was my daily food
hard labour my companion
but who am I to complain

my life at the mercy of others
each step at the dictate of owner
each morning with it pain
my back aches but none cares
each mistake means hell
the scourge makes me plead for death

each dawn means torment to me
and I pray against the dawn not to come
impossible it seems
nature made it so,which can't change
they made me miserable
death had become my friend
but has refused to take me

Was born with a bad luck
don't I deserve to be happy
for how long I ask
but I now realise I don't own my life
Even at that ,can't this people treat me with love
why haven't they got a heart
a heart of gold I ask

I have accepted their hatred
as it part of them
their loves are limited to members
and hatred limitlessly unto me
and I cry and wonder why
a slave has no worth I concluded

but I believe that I would find love soon
not from people but in my self
i have got to love my self
find happiness in my self
even in the presence of pain
and their absence celebrate happiness within me

But if at all,I couldn't build non
because I have forgotten how
to love
I will gladly follow my best friend home
I have my life with pain ,cry and hard labour
the only thing left was rest
and freedom from the days of pasts
and that rest is eternally with my friend "death".