Master, Free Your Slaves

It’s eerily black and cold down here.

It echoes when I walk.

Like a tall dark stairway of broken dreams

I'll shatter if I fall.

Anger drips from a hidden beam.

Like clock-work.

…Drip.Drop.Drip…

Feeling the emptiness

like a hole in my pocket…

where change is lost

and resentment kept.

Still holding on

I wonder why,

everything I touch

burns itself alive.

These fiery feelings

I’ve buried inside

their flames reach higher

the more I wish they'd die.

Begging to seek light and fly

I push them deeper

Down to lie.

“To sleep,” I say

“Leave me in peace.”

They say to me...

We cannot leave

unless we are set free.

Free us from the chains

That bind us to this space.

Please, Master

free your slaves.

Show yourself some grace.

We only hold you down, you know

You feel it’s hard to breathe.

With fire racing through your veins

This damage can’t be freed.

Just let us go,

we’ve done the work.

You owe us a reprieve.

Please Master,

free your slaves

The loss of us,

you shall not grieve.