Loves Slave
I built this wet blind cave,
In which to dwell,
Some call it artistic,
I call it burning hell.
It taints my skin,
My minds a race,
My thoughts don’t still,
Stuck in this place.
I wait silently,
In the scratching grass,
For my peace to come,
For this nightmare to pass.
I have felt the claws,
Pain I can’t let others see,
Will this ever pass,
Or last an eternity.
The most beautiful creation,
Bought me to this doom,
The spell of love,
Like a witches broom,
My heart fell darkly deep,
Into loves black ocean,
Kissed by Aphrodite,
Like an evil potion.
I wait for my pain to subside,
Wait in my wet blind cave,
Next time Love visits me,
I shall not become It’s slave.
This poem was written/submitted by Rachel-erika Henderson.