Servitor Poem by Christina Simmons

Communicate, communicate.... breathe, inhale and communicate
Tell it as it is or do you perceive me as not being able to handle the truth
Too afraid learning what you're really after: a servitor - don't you feel
I deserve some credit or is my level of comprehension not good enough!

Master plan is throwing me off balance; no glance into the future
Slowly, steadily you beckon me into your web of deceit: fixated pulling the rope
Remain ignorant to what you're really after, without suspicion I willingly fall into
your net: feeling trap like an animal who has fallen for the bait

Under a magic spell in a trance behaving like some kind of caged wild beast
Cornered! Eyes closed, ears shut to warning signs all isn't well; a flock of muted
Sheep moving towards an unseen stream being taken away by the current; unstoppable

Obey your every command; too late I'm hard! Hook line and sinker: Phew! Can't get away
from the stench in the midst must stay: your prisoner in captivity bow down
I'm subservient; a puppet without any say

Pointless begging for release you'll not loosen the chain: Got me tied to it
Why should I have it easy! Not a game of cat and mouse a case of master and servant
Blood and sweat, looking at the cover not the inner being who has a soul who will
eventually retaliate and break free.




4/8/16
Sylvestina Simmons