Indentured Servant
Posted: September 3rd, 2014, 8:24 pm
Soon will come my time of healing
All hinges upon surviving until then
Not allowed to speak of how I am feeling
Yet in front of me is paper and a pen
You have been a cruel taskmaster
Allowing me just enough to stay alive
Pushing me to work much harder and faster
All but sapping my will to survive
The long years of indentured service
Punishment to break both body and soul
Now left with little sense of being and purpose
For far too long I have toiled in this hole
Soon it will be almost twenty years
The price of passage, I have endured pain
Ink upon paper occasionally tinging with tears
Flowing and dripping upon ball and chain
One wet Autumn day I will dry my eyes
Cast off this yoke which has burdened me
Break this rusty lock that was forged from lies
From you my remaining days will be free
Enduring enslavement both mean and cruel
I shall journey far, several hundred miles away
How you will get along without your indentured mule
Will trouble me not upon a better,brighter day
All hinges upon surviving until then
Not allowed to speak of how I am feeling
Yet in front of me is paper and a pen
You have been a cruel taskmaster
Allowing me just enough to stay alive
Pushing me to work much harder and faster
All but sapping my will to survive
The long years of indentured service
Punishment to break both body and soul
Now left with little sense of being and purpose
For far too long I have toiled in this hole
Soon it will be almost twenty years
The price of passage, I have endured pain
Ink upon paper occasionally tinging with tears
Flowing and dripping upon ball and chain
One wet Autumn day I will dry my eyes
Cast off this yoke which has burdened me
Break this rusty lock that was forged from lies
From you my remaining days will be free
Enduring enslavement both mean and cruel
I shall journey far, several hundred miles away
How you will get along without your indentured mule
Will trouble me not upon a better,brighter day