The Maid's troubled Soul

-the simple maid, lost in the mire
-of her trying daily troubled soul
-the chores keeps on coming
-and the dry hand of the maid
-keeps working so restlessly
-like the rampaging tireless bee
-running up and down, sweating
-the maid have no better choice
-drinking her tears of lost hope
-as each day looks at her
-with pity and yet passes-by
-the maid's master cares less
-how the minutes of life
-was lost on the maid's head
-all that matters goes on ahead
-with the will of the master
-the maid, an ophan of broken world
-without members of same blood
-just like a stone thrown from
-the empty sky upon the earth
-the maid swallows her pains
-like bread just to keep life together
-the hope of her tomorrow wanes
-at every crow of a new dawn
-hunger in the mist of plenty
-takes the seat of her stomach
-hope for a better dream tomorrow
-lost to the gripping hands of suffering
-how long the pains and troubles
-of her innocent soul will last
-only the time and the timely arrival
-of the caring savoiur will tell!

By: Ofuonyebi 'Dinobi (C) June, 2014