A slave to heart break
A slave to your voice,
Fetch me, carry me.
I am frightened of you,
With no choice.
Chains unseen,
Yet bound so tight,
I move, I bend,
I fade from sight.
Your whisper calls,
I must obey.
No will, no path,
No words to say.
Shadows stretch,
They pull, they creep,
A restless hush,
A vow to keep.
I reach, I run,
But feet won’t land,
Trapped beneath
Your silent hand.
A hollow breath,
A closing door,
You leave—yet still,
I am no more. I am Gone!
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
Sadly beautiful. Wonderful as always.
This is one way to free oneself from feeling sorry for themselves and moving on to better things and people. Good job.
Fantastic work as always!! I lovee the cover photo too! So perfectly structured
Amazing poem.