Jamie Ellen Christian

Rookie ((1976-Present) / St. Louis, Missouri)

Dirge Of A Willing Slave - Poem by Jamie Ellen Christian

Oh this melody
I am lamenting
Oh this song I sing
As with sack cloth and ashes
Face in the warm dirt of the spring
Eaten the rotten fruit
From the seed weakness can bring
Swallowed it so bitter
I am undeserving
'A good for nothing slave'
'I am what I am'
Yes 'A miserable man'

A spirit broken
A spirit crushed
A joyful song that is hushed
What shout does a slave give forth
Other than that of humilty
No longer looking for refreshment
Or of pity
I dont belong to me
I am unworthy
'A good for nothing slave'
'I am what I am'
This 'A miserable man'

A sorrowful soul
Why is it that I still breathe
With no more tears to cry
And no more blood to bleed
No thirst or hunger
With no more life to feed
No right to need
Yet I have the wisdom not to ask
Not to ask to be freed
A willing slave
'I am what I am'
This 'A miserable man'

Brought low and afraid
Look only to you to be saved
And so I sigh
A Dirge of a miserable slave

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 9, 2008

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