New Master
Too tired to phrase
I wired my brains
Who fired a praise
Cannon at these chains?
Was it you? Cuz if it was
I’m gonna check you, check me?
I’m rollin’ on the ground
In my feces in the cage
Wasn’t ready to part ways
I’ve been lost here for days
The key in my pocket
Too tired to unlock it
I stepped out to see
It wasn’t you, it was me
Shadow in my cage of hate
Looking around to relate
I warn the others
I’m such a bother
They’re too tired to respond
More up ahead
The path is thin, worn
I try again, torn
A shadow in my cage
It whispers sweet rage
I sprint away, abandoned
Chase my dreams, undone
Ignorance was bliss in the
Arms of a “benevolent master”
Now I’m self-aware
Master doesn’t want me no more
Looking for a new master
My spirit doesn’t last long
I stumble in the dirt
Tears fall onto my shirt
I can no longer bear
At the cross we tear
The fear is gone
I had done it all wrong
The cage’s cry is still there
But my new Master’s here
Copyright © 2020 by Matt Antis. Originally published in Poet’s Guild’s Poem-A-Day on December 15, 2020, by Ink Jot Kingdom.
