Crimson liquid warmed my core.
Who was I to deny him more?
We are nothing but pieces of meat,
That only live and breathe to please.
Mother had said, in the house we had last wept,
“One wrong move and you are dead.”
I should have known better, there was no escape.
We were doomed to suffer, and burn in flames.
As I cried out in horror, he rode my pain;
I begged for forgiveness, resigning to my grave.
This was my punishment; I was ashamed.
I deserved no better, I deserved no grace.
A trial, I heard him say.
Disobey me, and you’ll bloody pay.
I pick up the pieces, as mother had hers.
And go about mute; it was demanded of us.
I do remain grateful for his gift,
To serve him longer, as he sees fit.
My first visit to your site, glad I popped by, interesting poem…
Hey! Glad you ‘popped’ by. Thank you for your comment.
Its beautiful! I felt it while i read it out loud. You’ve got talent, Liza 🙂
Wow! Poetry too! You’re on fire, L 🙂 I liked it. It’s refreshing to see you try something different.
Haha. And I like writing it. It was fun to play with words. It was refreshing. Thank you for your comment.
Have a penchant for morbid poems, do you? 😛
But it seems to convey your emotions? feelings? in a very effective way. I like it, a lot! 😀
Haha…actually this was inspired by a quote prompt for some contest. I don’t even know if this is relevant. But I’m glad you liked it.
Ofcourse i liked it!:-D it was truly nice:-)
Wow! And you thought you only whine.:-P
Haha, You liked it then?