Secrets of the Servant

by BrokenMisery   Aug 10, 2006


Her rust coloured finger nails against her poison lips
Whispering...
For quiet words,
For pity.

Inscribed in these foreign characters; servant to her naked shame
Pleas of mercy bred from her burdened name
Her tailored lies, simple matters that brought dirt to sale,
Mistreatment and disregard, for her task to fail

Her numbed sense of deflowered emotion
Bitter incense from her incapable notion.
The smoke choking up her bare throat, clouding her lungs
Words of the wicked lashed out from her tongue

Pity lies in the blind...

Her brutal oppressions
That her lips built,
Whispering...
"Welcome to my confessions"...

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  • 17 years ago

    by Letty

    This is great . At first I was kind of
    confussed about the point you were
    trying to make . But as I read on I
    got the picture and it was an excellent
    one . I've said it before and I'll say it
    again your MANIFICENT HUN.....It's
    feels great to be back ...exspecially
    knowing that I was missing the work of
    a great poet like you .

    Love ya
    Letty

  • 17 years ago

    by Elizabeth Ann

    The images you provoke with your words are truly admirable.

  • 17 years ago

    by Aussie

    Awesome poem. there's u don't read every day. the ending is perfect. it's soo deep. keep writing:)
    xoxox

  • 17 years ago

    by LadyPearl

    Interesting poem, even though I didn't completely get the whole theme. Very nice use of words, it made them sound kinda enchanting. Keep it up.

    *If you read my poems, please read Breakage point*