A Poem by Bertha

If you'll be a slave for life, atleast you can choose your master for life.

I just wanted to be free but he chained me down
Could not believe one fond of the word freedom now wanted me down.
It was okay breaking rules and he helped me all the time
The difference now is, "these are made by him. "
I never knew his gentle lips could hold a terrifying grin
His sweet compliments, he showered me all the time
Now he spur's swords and acid
Is it not this same face you used to adore?
Now you have me in chains.

© 2019 Bertha

Author's Note

Anything you notice to be off.. Let me know.

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This is powerful! You seem so sure. so confident in yourself. Good for you.
It is so easy to read the anguish you feel at the betrayal of what you thought was true of him only to find him so different.

Take care - Dave

Posted 4 Days Ago

This is such a powerful little write, nicely expressed

Posted 6 Days Ago


1 Day Ago

Thank you Rye. Thanks for sparing your time to read this.
Wow! This is gripping, I enjoyed this write, Shows someone who takes no crap

Posted 1 Week Ago

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Added on January 11, 2019
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