The Silent Grave

I am treated as though am a puppet Controlled and programmed To only do the mistresses bidding My personality sent into obscurity Like a tattered note devoid of rhythm Always give sound to your voice There is a reason you have it When your dissatisfaction is hidden in silence It becomes a satisfaction Things get lorded over me As though am a confused being Devoid of my needs and want At times I get treated like a slave boy With the command button On a remote pressed Go and bring this Go and drop that Take these things away from here Empty these things here Like a pack of cards I am distraught What I am still doing around this space I do not know All your efforts under measured Like a baby one gets spoken to It’s not your fault ‘Because of my ignorance and negligence I found myself in this situation How I wish I did things right when I had the chance Without having to pay a stiff price as this At least I know it’s all but for a time Because a bright light lies at the end of my tunnel I just have to be tenacious in all I do Because success does not come without strive.