"Peddler"
By Antoine
I am a Peddler
Twice a day, four days a week, promptly
I visit the four hungering consumers to which I have been assigned
I have had the misfortune of being dealt a hand of wizards
A menagerie of fates who hold my very future in their hands
When at home I work myself to the brink of exhaustion
Tinkering away, trying hard to build something they will appreciate
Something unique, a special gift for each of them
Tirelessly I slave away for them every night
Questioning the very limits of biology's timepiece
Each morning I gather up the pitiful products of my efforts
Package them and sling them over my shoulder in a satchel
And travel to the four wizards' abode up in the hills
To display my wares and hope they will be satisfactory
Each customer snatches up the trinket he has ordered
Examines it meticulously, turns it over in his hands
Frowns, and makes a few quick scratches in his notepad
Tucks the item away in his sack until further notice
Nervously I sweat, impatient to discover their results
I sit in wait to wordlessly accept the judgment they are to pass
I am a Peddler
I trade in my tears solidified, in exchange for acceptance
For the permission to survive comfortably in society
For the system dictates that this is the way of things
But with Slumber as my cruel and jealous master
I am destined to succumb to him each sundown
Or else suffer the consequences of the hazy aura of disillusionment
With which he would enchant my countenance
Often I haggle desperately with him for artificial might
Bargaining with time I cannot afford to spend
It is then, when I abuse my given privileges
And overstay my welcome among the waking eyes
That my master Slumber keeps me locked up in the dungeon
Refusing to allow me outside, to peddle my wares unto the fates
He poisons me as punishment for neglecting the solace he has offered
Resultantly my place in the world is crumbling
My spirits are dwindling, as the fates continue to mark my absence
And stamp upon my conscience the dark mark I am forced to bear
The dreaded symbol of failure to comply with these harsh measures
I don this now and will wear it evermore
[12.8 at 15:40]
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