Lowly Servant Still Waiting Outside The Castle Walls Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

With rabbit ears given.
You think you could hear me any better?
A whisper dark.
A wistful dream.
Sounds of the pouring rain.
They keep drowning me out.
Maybe if I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Ignored and unabated.
Slightly agitated.
An itch that needs to be scratched.
But no matter what I do, there is no way of reaching you.
Perched high upon your castle.
Your the queen, and I'm just a lowly servant.
Social boundaries.
The elite like kicking me as a daily routine.
Look at there teeth pretty white and so clean.
A royal upbringing.
Never getting there hands dirty.
How could I ever even try to cross such a divide.
Wishful thinking.
Secret to confide.
Maybe to a priest.
Because he is man of his word.
Not like a lot of my fellow low lives.
They'd stab you with your own knife as soon your back was turned.
Experienced it first hand.
That's what being an honest man living in poverty gets you.
Like a slave, to those cheating you out of everything.
But I don't begrudge anyone any of it.
Because they need it more then I do.
I've been in the deep water for long awhile.
I could swim for miles.
Let the current take me.
Let it break me.
That fearlessness is only felt by those who have nothing left to lose.
You don't even have a clue.
A sweetness because I want to, never because I have to.
I would cut my own throat first.
Hey we just ran that man over, put it in reverse.
Double dipping for good measure.
Here is a penny it is my only treasure.
Found it laying along the road heads up.
I've always been told that means good luck.
Here take it, maybe it will shine a little better for you then it did I.
I don't care about anything, that can be called person property.
We don't own it, it owns us.
Attachments long shredded up.
Someday just maybe, I will make in those thick walls.
But not by any means that devalue who I am as a person.