Servant's Plea - Poem by Keenan Harris
Will my heart ever know peace?
Why, is it that whenever I place my trust in you, I must have it torn and broken right before my eyes?
Is it not enough to have me?
Do I truly not please you?
What must I do to make light of the situation?
NOTHING....That is what I think, feel, and battle the fear of becoming.
I don't want to be alone, the life I had once is long gone; the friends I had, all left.
I've lived in the darkness for so long, my mind and heart have finally reached our point of longing.
Longing for the touch of another, longing for the smile of pleased satisfaction, longing for love...
This is the servants plea, let him live in humble admiration of his masters for they are his reason to exist.
Allot him what time you can to offer him some meager assimilation of praise for he thrives off it.
What does a man want in life, the freedom and power to create or the ability to control his own fate.
Yet what does a servant want in life?
To serve his masters to the fullest extent of his abilities. To protect, to please, to be acknowledged.
That is the goal of a servant....
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