I slave.
Morning,
Evening,
Night
And day.
Fear,
Future,
Tears,
And Toil,
I Slave.
Not knowing
If I can make
My stay,
I'm down
Then up
To make my way.
Can you help me find
The peace?
The peace you offer
Oh, so sweet?
But I must go to the ant,
And pant, and rant,
Yet I must understand,
That I cannot just stay.
I must slave.
I must slave away.
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War Underneath
PoetryWords and thoughts about things that are fought within the heart, soul, and mind. The flesh is weak, but the spirit is willing; And the dog you choose to feed will win. ~~~~~ Author Note: I will warn you that words can wield just like a sword and t...
