Frustration

Alone with my thoughts I fought
Against a clock too slow ticking away the seconds
Against the screaming in my soul
Against the ego driven pride in my heart
Against the chains on my body

My beloved slave; this is his life
Chained, bonded
On his knees, at my service
He revels, rejoices, embraces this
His life that he has given to me

This is not my life
Chained, bonded
On my knees, at the service of no one
I do not revel, rejoice or embrace this
This is not my life, this is not my life.

When bound
My sweet submissive feels nothing but eternal freedom
Now bound
I feel nothing but trapped

How did I get here in this
A prison of my own foolishness
Oh yeah
I remember now
I wanted to prove a point
The point proved me
I admit defeat
Baking soda

Shay Kuntz
9/7/02
For N; Damn you, who gave you permission to exist in my reality.

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