The torment of a chain

It’s been daylight for a long time now, and
 the sun shines on my dirty coat.

No shade, only brilliant sunlight,and far and
wide I see no hope.

For years I’ve lived on this short chain, all
night and through the day.

Waiting for food and water that seldom
comes my way.

My bed is of dirt and the small, sharp stones,
are the cause of the pain I feel in my bones.

But I wouldn’t complain about all this, if it
wasn’t that I’m so alone.

This chain on my neck is a constant torment,
my heart is without a home.

Sometimes you hit or kick me, and even this
I’m willing to accept.

I, old and sick, suffer all of this, just to please
you, and out of respect.

Your loving hand, a gentle stroke, a caressing
word, can it be...?

No, it never happens, it‘s nothing but a dream…

The night has been long and a new day will start,
but for me there’s no dawn, just a sad, lonely heart.

I pray that my death will come soon…


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