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Slave

I sit her, staring at my chains

Wondering what I did

Why I can’t be free

Was I ever free?

I can’t remember a time I was

I might’ve always been a slave.

A slave to my parents

The boss, my paycheck, my wife,

Then my master

I long to be free

To live as I’d like

But never, as long as I’m a slave.

That’s all I’ll ever be,

A slave to things that control

I wish for some hope.’

Is there a light at the end?

Freedom from all

I wonder.

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Posted by jt conner 2008-04-28 14:10:41 .... As far as I can tell everything seems to be in the right place. It makes sense and is something people can familiarize with, but what I am getting out of your peices is a sense of persecution and pain or perhaps it is just me. + Report this comment
Posted by nick711 2008-04-28 14:23:20 .... hmm..this is good. i like the rhythm and the flow of the words. is the whole slavery idea just a metaphor or is he actually enslaved by a master. other than that, i have no suggestions or criticisms. + Report this comment
Posted by resistanceisfreedom 2008-04-28 16:07:40 .... cool. i really liked the two lines "A slave to things that control" "I wish for some Hope" + Report this comment
Posted by ThomasP3 2008-04-28 17:08:01 .... I liked it, but I didn't feel the true feel of being tied to something, either literally as a phyical slave, or figuratively as in someone enslaved by their job. I didn't get a sense of the slave wondering where it all went wrong. Kin of the way I feel after a bad day at work. But I thought it did flow well. + Report this comment

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