Cries of a Concubine
Only she knows the weight of this veneer
that emanates from her aloof demeanor.
An ebony goddess, she waits in obscurity
ever ready to do the king's bidding.
Trapped in this masquerade that is her life
her heart bleeds with heavy, crimson tears.
Yet she allows her emotions to slip into an opaque mist
as she hypnotizes her master with seductive eyes.
With each passing day, her despair increases
her life of oppression brings a dark void of spirit
making the idea of death a welcome relief.
How can she find a way to suture her wounded soul?
The gnawing, naked ugliness of her existence
grips her as she feels the haunting
conviction of self loathing. When will this pain end?
Only God could save her now.
Written on 5/29/2017
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2017
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