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Slave to the self-made

Poetry By: wanderingbeauty
Poetry



when a place, an addiction, a person, a thing, becomes your god..


Submitted:Feb 12, 2009    Reads: 185    Comments: 2    Likes: 3   


A slave to the self-made
You gave in to a whim
No matter how long
The time has been
You know you can always
Return to him
He is evil and maniacal
And cruel as fate
He laughs at you
And slices your face
Yet you bow down
You take the blow
Your serving a god
That you don't even know

Get up
Get out
don't just stand there
Lash out

He has no real power over you
Don't look at me like that
You know its true
You gave him that power
So take it away
Make him kneel at your feet
Make him pay
He has given you pain
And tortured your mind
Now strip away the shame
Stop being so blind

Get a grip
Grab a hoe
Take it to him
Let him know
That your now in charge
This isn't just a show
Beat him down
Then stand victorious
And watch him go





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