Lament - Slavery

A vision about slavery in modern times...

She confessed her love to me...

Then she vanished in the night…

Lots of dangers are in the night,

maybe the monsters got to her.

 

Slavery it’s a funny thing…

It’s never really over…

Even now’a’days…

Many modern slaves.

 

Enslaved by their families…

Enslaved by their nation…

Enslaved by and for money…

Enslaved by circumstances.

 

Enslavement is never over…

Some point out it could all be a scam…

Some say maybe she isn’t real,

I guess it’s a less painful idea…

 

But what if she is… honest and real?

 

My room looks like a pig stile…

Never was much for tidiness and cleanliness…

Always sort of a slob.

Beer cans everywhere, filled trash bags…

 

Life isn’t doing so well lately…

Good days, bad days…

All seem bad days now…

It’s always bad…

One way or the other.

 

She is gone…

By whatever the reason…

Alone… always been alone…

Loneliness and I know each other a long time…

Very old acquaintances…

 

Been making lots of new friends…

I love all my nice friends…

Very upset people, like me…

We give each other strength.

 

Still I miss her…

I’ll always miss her, forever.

I fear for her… Worry about her…

Pray for her…

 

Maybe you know the myth…

Of Pandora’s box.

I reversed it…

Made a little prayer box.

 

It has a David’s star carved on top…

At night I open my prayer box…

And stuff all my prayers inside…

Then I close the box and put it to rest.

 

Never was much of praying before…

Guess there are times in life, things change…

Well… I used to do some spells, before…

Truly not so different… pretty much the same old.

 

Yeah, modern days…

Modern day slavery.

Modern day slaves.

Enslaved people…

 

Enslaved by their past…

Enslaved by their present…

Enslaved by their traumas…

Enslaved by their memories.

 

Enslaved by all the things we wish we could just do…

And never, ever seem to be able…

It is… slavery…

 

I wait for her everyday…

Count every second…

Minutes, hours…

Time goes by… alone.

 

She doesn’t return…

 

She told me she could die…

She could easily die…

Maybe she did…

Another I couldn’t save.

 

I keep turning my mind around…

How could I save her?

How can I save her?

Is salvation ever in our grasp?

 

Experience and time…

Keep telling me, no.

Maybe I can keep on surviving…

But saving? That’s a whole new deal.

 

I pray… yeah…

Many martyrs prayed as well…

Look what good it did them…

Prayers… yeah… sure… why not?

 

There are terrible things in our world…

All sorts of dangers, all sorts of monsters…

It’s not so easy to survive it all…

Even more when you’re just a poor, scared, little girl.

 

I know about slavery…

Been a slave my whole life…

Still am a slave today…

Believe me… I know enslavement.

 

Slavery…

   

Author's Note

Slavery is a very real thing...

Reviews

[NelliKong]

I loved how you used enslaved throughout the entire poem. This is subject of "enslavement" is something that most people can relate to from various perspectives. I think this one of my favorites from you. From beginning to end this poem had so much depth and empties. Keep up the great writing.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Thank you so much Nelly,for your awesome review.

I am so glad you enjoyed it.

Slavery is a real thing for some, even in these modern times.

Thank you again.

👍😇

[Betty Hermelee]

Enslavement is all in the mind, and that's why it feels so real, but if you look up the meaning of slavery it is a relationship, a culture, a control factor.....when you say you're enslaved, I think you mean that your emotions are trapped inside and it is a dark feeling... so enslaved to me is a good poetic phrase for this very nicely written poem.
Best, B

[The_Ancient_Rock]

B. No. Lol
I am talking about real slavery and real slaves.
Not constructs of the mind.
More like human trafic, and denial of basic human rights. Slavery still exists today B.
So does the kkk.
This is no fairy tale world we live on.

[Betty Hermelee]

You;re using the term "slavery" very broadly, but that's okay...we all have our own interpretation of the word
Best, B

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Real life doesn't leave much space for interpretations.

Do you wish to interpret child rape?

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too my friend.
"Enslaved by their past…
Enslaved by their present…
Enslaved by their traumas…
Enslaved by their memories."
Bad part, getting worst. A amazing and worthwhile poem shared.
Coyote

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Thank you Coyote...

As always an awesome review.

Be well my friend!read moreThank you Coyote...

As always an awesome review.

Be well my friend!

;)

[Soyam]

It's too hard to takes things like this.
But Don't get worried about something that's not in our hand, my friend!
God will save and protect her! :)

Enjoyed! Nice work.

A touching one!

[The_Ancient_Rock]

God will save and protect her... yes.

And if God's willing, so will I!!!

read moreGod will save and protect her... yes.

And if God's willing, so will I!!!

We take it in our hands... if we have too!

She'll be fine girl!!!

Thank you for your awesome review!!!

Blessed be!!!

[Dara]

There are so many forms of slavery and oftentimes the chains we bear are our own creation. Missing someone so terribly and living with the hole they left behind, being a slave to their memory is something I think we can all relate to. Take care!

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Very good review Dara...

Yes... you are very insightful...

Some of those things are exactly what I was trying to depict...

Thank you so much!!!

Blessed be!!!

[W. Barrett Munn]

This feels like two competing poems. Maybe it would work better if in stanza one it was maybe slave traders got her instead of monsters.

PS: in English we would write pigsty.

W.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Thank you Winston. Actually I don't know if they are slave traders... and I don't think so.

So I guess it has to stay monsters.

Also... I'm not in the habit of changing my writings. Sometimes I may... but it's very rare.

When I write something... that's it.

Unless I find a big mistake or completely change my mind about something.

Usually... I don't change things after they are done.

Thank you so much for your review.

[W. Barrett Munn]

If all you want to do is write for fun then fine, and that is perfectly fine; however, if your goal is to be a writer you must embrace revision as an inherent part of the process.

Otherwise, it’s like saying all I want to do is chew my food. I don’t want to have to swallow or digest or absorb or expel it.

W.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Thank you Winston.

I don't believe in perfection...

I don't think there is a perfect style or a more perfect poem...

I also don't think that Jim Morrison for example went and kept reviewing and changing his poetry.

Some write from the mind... others write from their hearts or souls.

Both are fine... in my humble point of view.

Thanks again.

[willweb]

very well written, two stories in one poem. I know the she part, the being a slave to her memory, to being a slave to this desire still felt inside, to be a slave to the sadness that missing her brings. I also know the beer cans. Probably each by it's first name. They inhabit my space often as well. Over all, very cool indeed...even if some will frown when the word "slavery" is uttered and maybe you are right, maybe it never was real.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Thank you Will...

I really appreciate your comments...

You seem to share more or less the same view about the world...

Yes... I can be quite literal sometimes...

Even though certainly feelings may not feel so good...

We can always use that to write...

Thanks friend!

;)