no mind game of owner

no mind no choice no option

nobody cares has any feelings ~ owner has no consideration for my capacity to bear
i am a puppet and worse
i have to hear unimaginable words life long
i have to see all unimaginable moments life long
i have to sense all imaginable unendurable for life long and my end shall not be earlier
i have to think whatever i am made to think
i have to do whatever i am made to do
i have to feel whatever i am made to feel
exactly exactly exactly exactly ....
i am the epidermis skin shoe or glove of owner till i am discarded useless and i am insensitive
when i do not know
i was not required but created to make suffer till i am worn off and given lesson to owner satisfaction
i can not hope to see owner ~ i have to consume my world without remnants
i am permanently silent permanently blind permanently deaf permanently senseless permanently idiot
or permanently raving mad for eternal time

my fate i know


i was the last and i was let out 
bar is closed shut now
i pull my overcoat cover my head thrust my hands in pocket raise my eyebrows to locate my front porch light in icy cold wind blowing in white slippery snow leading to my door so far away
my bones creaking with every steps i take ~ rocking i proceed
it was so long ago ~ eight decades ago that i learnt walking 
i hope now is my last walk 
i do not have to come back to the bar tomorrow again 
my tenure of long innings is at long last over
i count my steps with misty eyes i reach my front porch and search for keyes in the pocket

 oh no

 it isn't there ~ it must have slipped off through the hole i thought i would mend and forgot
i would not like to struggle but where is the option
i have to play the game exactly as intended by my owner 
quitting is not an option 
i have to recover the keys 
i struggle my steps toddling down back to the closed door of the bar and hope for my end
i somehow make to the closed door of the bar and what i see
my heart sinking i see my keys shining on the icy steps
i have to struggle my steps again back to my front porch in the blinding blizzard...

 owner is not finished with me yet ....

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