Thoughts of a Lone Servent

by Bluerose E. Apple

Some time after Brutus fled, Lucius was captured and abused. An unspecified injury left him able to speak. Now, he writes what must be said and hides the loneliness better left unspoken .

Lucius-Thoughts of a Lone Servent

The Master is dead;

four simple words,

yet they confoud

NO, they confine me.

They trap me as the whip lashes;

fresh scars cutting my skin.

I long for my quarters,

For the only home I know,

but it is gone, like everyone I trusted.

Even those who betrayed and beat me are gone...

Master had no children, so I belong to no man.

Should I be happy? Shocked? Angry?

(O, Gods condem it all!)

I should be FREE, if none else.

I might have had greater joy

But instead I was the one to find HER.

I am not a servant.

but none more free.

My captor has allowed me to learn to write.

But I will never call him 'master'.

His wife will never be 'mistress'.

The misstress is dead.

I have failed them...

Master, forgive me, for I have been bouud.

My quill has grown dull...

The taper dies away, and once again,

It is as it should be.

for I am bound at the wrists...

Never to be free

Because I am alone again