So this is what it feels like
To have no say
To have no voice
To have no choice

Be what the masters need
Be what the masters see
Thy will be done
Thy will be done
What have I to say?
Everything from the clothes I wear
To the life I lead
Is by the masters’ say

I owe and owe and owe
A debtor by birth, I am
For what, I dare not ask
Only how much is left to pay

The only prayer left
I mumble within my soul
A wish to be all paid up
Before this life burns out

– Raziel ©2017


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s