poem about being owned

_______________________'s


You are ________'s owned brightest,
once hoaxed by the world of that nears...
Like years

You are ________'s declared largest,
twice scared of the boogie man under a small bed...
Yes, it said.

You are ________'s framed picture,
thrice bored with pale stories about rivers, streams and dreams...
Moons gazing on reflections...
Actions...

You are ________'s wonderful actor,
many times fooled by looms created by the nice shadows...
created by stars-
NOT wars

You are ________'s slave,
forever barren into ages, pages...
That makes novels hooked into dust...
Rust.

You are owned.


Ernest John Tamana 2nd place | 12th literary awards-
The Torch publications Genoveva Edroza-Matute
Thanks to toffer acebedo for posting my poem to prosetitute.