Master and Slave by Brian Crandall

I am not a silent poet

Healthy body, healthy mind
Utopia, I cannot find

It hurts to walk it hurts to breathe
Pain beat me down upon my knees

Not the path I would have chosen
I’m still alive, but decomposing

I have one foot inside the grave
Pain is Master, I am Slave

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