Serf

[The Madcap]

I serve my lord
Master of all around
He gives me all I have
Everything and every right
He owns me
I must work for him forever
Backbreaking and dull
I slave because I must
To do otherwise is to die
Of starvation
Without protection
From the random happenings
Of this crazy world.

I sit chained to the desk
Staring at a screen for him
My lord
He pays my pittance
To keep me going
While he sits in his corner office
Smiling
Counting his profits
While I am buried
Under debt
My obligations cannot be overcome
So why do I keep on trying?

I am possessed
By a system beyond my control
With no option but to participate
No way to change the outcome
But to struggle
Like a fish upon the hook
Panicked and fearful
With luck I can escape
But it’s more likely I will surrender
To my lord
His whims and fancies
He owns my very life

I am a serf.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. So much sorrow, my dear Madcap! And beautifully said.

Grief can be very isolating and you've described it well.