21st Century Cinderella

Not a very good one. But it's new, and I wrote it off the cuff.


Who is the master of my soul?
To whom am I enslaved?
Who whips my spirit bloody
til my morals are decayed?

Who is the captain of my mind?
Who controls my thoughts?
Who chains me as intelligence
just wears away and rots?

Who is the ruler of my body?
For whom am I tied down
as my remaining innocence
just drifts away and drowns?

Catherine

A poem I wrote, inspired by the 1949 Olivia de Havilland classic "The Heiress."



A single tear I shall not shed;
you warrant not my grief.
Though nightfall found my spirit numb,
the morning brought relief.

You dropped the world upon my heart
and crushed it 'neath the weight.
But when you gathered sense enough,
repentance came too late.

My soul does not still pine for you;
my being does not ache.
My conscience does not mourn for you.
Just wind blows in your wake.

No longer do I fall to you-
I, now, stand on my own.
I won't forsake my pride for you.
I'd rather be alone...

Post-Mortem

Mine own soul amongst these shadows;
silence, my lone friend.
Though my heart doth craveth sunlight,
darkness be the end.