Poem: ABREACTION: CRY OF A SLAVE.

             ABREACTION: CRY OF A SLAVE.

                           Author: Mr.Shine 

Once cried a slave, cursing his fate in sake.

Despite the words uttered, his cry was unheard. 

His tears made a stream, within the scream was extreme.

He wept, when the world slept.

merciless was his master, poor thing cried in bitter. 

for once he wanted to break and flow,

Oh agony! when emotions damed, that's all he wanted in slow.

consolation not meant for a slave in stroke

that even the breeze excluded him from a strike.

The very night nightingale forgot to sing for a moment

the slave sat and sung a Lament.

"Woe to me, I am a born slave.

curse to me the freedom within enslave.

forsaken and forbidden, abominant of peace

I am a slave sings, as i am broken into piece. 

Slave, not the song of my affliction.

That's all i own in my perfection.

Who would enslave the frozen emotion?

As my soul craves for the salvation."

It was blood that his words have shed.

Faint and slept as his soul was fed.

Smiled his master, holding the sceptre .

The merciless master was his own desires in nature.