A Slave's Dream

I am born of servitude and bloodlust
Freedom was never my birthright
I heard that people dream
Yet my own night's
A scattered scream
I succumb to suffering
Like gravity
A force to be challenged
Only by a change
In planetary motion
I seek comfort
Like others
But question their devotion
I train my mind
To absorb the blows
I train my body
To be still
As the blood flows
I will my mind
To bend like steel
I will my body
To cease to feel
I quiet my mind
As it conjures questions
I quiet my body
As it shouts its objections
I am born
Of servitude and bloodlust
Freedom was never
My birthright
I heard that people dream
I think that really sounds nice

And here we are

And here I am

Floundering

At a loss for words

Actions

Discernment 

Left from right

Or is it 

Right from wrong

I reach for you

And remember

It’s not the right

Night

And I remember

What a mess

I made

When it was

And I question

The world

At large

As well as

The small spaces

In between 

I know

That my life

Is better

With you in it

I doubt

The same

Is true 

For you

And therein

Lay

All the issues

Sad Saturday