niedziela, 6 marca 2011

At the behest of - a poem by myself

At the behest of ......

On his orders,
I breathe,
I sneeze,
and I carry on being.

At his request,
I dream,
I sleep,
and I carry on being.

Following his orders,
I kiss,
I cuddle,
and I carry on being.

He has me done this and that,
like a robot I do exist,
like a bird I need to fly,
and finally escape into nowhere,
and I carry on being like that,
as the world seems to be at the behest of ..... HIM.

copyright © mirellium. 06.03.2011

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