I am

cold as I walk through the darkness and my thoughts are all full of what I wish I could do right now.

I walk and I stumble through things as you demand so much from me.

I wonder when I became your slave and when my voice no longer belongs to me.

Am I my person or do you own me now? And if you do, then why am I doing better than you?

Am I to look at you for direction for I feel if I do, to be lost, we will both be forever?

I am so tired from the list of things I am required to do so that you can sit on your throne and do nothing but look like you are in charge.

I want to say so much but I just don’t care anymore and at this point you can be in charge for it just so much easier to be without a voice and let you lead for I know we will both be in the darkness soon or in the fire for you can’t save me or yourself at this point.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes