Bonds

I was raised in a prison of darkness along walls of cement have I groped the hearts here deep scarred and callous no dreams of a child had I hoped Starved for affection and famished though surrounded by people alone sixty four rooms I could roam in but that place was never a home Just one more workhouse to live in my duties to serve and to clean no pay for the labor was given I was here to work and be not seen I could go days with seeing no parents went to school and to work and to bed my breakfast was in my room coffee the feral cat entertained in the shed This building has so many toilets even the master one I must clean I drop like a stone in my bed at night I sleep so deeply to dead to dream Though I live now this place with my father it's no different than with strangers I slept they too used me like a work horse their houses the places I kept Somewhere was lost to me childhood not a human soul I could trust I do not know love it is fiction as into this life I was thrust There were times I wished mother successful where in the peace of death I would sleep the pain of knowing I'm unwanted was to much for this child to keep I suppose it's this very reason I recognize the true face of Love the nigh hundred people I lived with qualify not of that place to be of I've been exposed to violence on children and all their secrets I can confide recognize the damage it does you and those who these secrets do hide It is easy to remain lost here where no true tracks be seen on your road where life has not direction or guidance and one is broken by the weight of its load But there are so many rooms in this prison and each every one has its own trap the master of death who has forged them place these obstacles in every path So while your searching for life and its answers the only one worthy to steadfastly teach should exist every day in your dealings and your connections from greatest to least I'll not care about the labor I give you as long as love my load is light we will share in living together in our unity we can delight I learned to take care of your body but it takes two for the care of the soul I could live alone here without you but it's the sharing that makes us whole... COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC