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The Passage To My Life
Master may I feel the pain in my head? May I feel the fear as my dreams all lie dead? Gripping my soul are the claws of your ways- Their tight lust around my throat! You desire me. You have me. You hold me with the force of dirt on the dead. Your will is my grave- A pit with no end, No escape. Running, I flee deeper to you. Rising, I fall to the depth of your being. Standing, I am erect in the bosom of your power. You are my power. You are my love. You are my master. Master may I see all the sights of my soul? May I be the yearning redemption of the meek? Stand me up. Slap me down. Grasp my life and throw it to the sea of sunken treasures. My potential has been squandered in a cage. My grand talents are on display- Unseen in the bath chambers of rickety mansions, Bombed in the wars of possession. Master may I be? May I feel? May I rise to completion? May I fall to failure? I don’t care, But all in the way of freedom- Passage to my life. Such a narrow stretch of ground before me, Engulfed by the dark night of my soul. My balance shaken on the beam Assaulted by the unseen arms that surround me Harassed by fears for the future and thoughts of my past. Master may this be… The passage to my life.
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