Subdue yourself

"Subdue yourself and discover your master"

 

This is how you take control

 

But I have been subdued my whole life

And there is no master in sight

 

The all too familiar comfort

Of the pain that binds me

Is the only true master

And the only one I will ever know

 

Yet every time I break free

I am reminded of how alienated I really am

 

So many people seem to be happy and have a passion for life that is unknown to me

 

Never given the ability to express how I feel inside

Left to struggle with fragments of thoughts while broken words burn like acid off my tongue

My blood would spill poetry if I gave it a chance

 

Maybe that chance is now

To bleed the words I’m too broken to speak

 

To subdue myself and discover my master

And embrace the pain that sets me free

Author's Note

I haven't written much in the way of poetry before and I have never really shared any of it. Everyone is free to comment on it as they see fit. If you like it, or hate it, or somewhere in between, it's all good. I am not trying to be something I am not.

Reviews

[The Scholar]

Wow this is really good, especially for not having written a great deal of poetry.
I was really hooked on the line, "My blood would spill poetry if I gave it a chance." It's incredible! I'll remember that quote for the rest of my life.
One thing, I think in the third til last line, you mean "too" rather than "to:"
"To bleed the words I'm TOO broken to speak."
Great work, keep writing!