The Peasant’s Last Journal Entry

by Viktor Tejada

Thy wonderful mistress!
For a peasant like I,
You sure made me feel you were within reach
This wonderful closeness
Felt so right, I can fly!
But here in the slums,
They all say it won’t be long ’till this is over
And they were right!
For we disconnected,
And I meant less
And less,
And less,
To you
M’lady, were your words to me ever true?

Note to self:
Let it whisper,
And stay in your head,
That you are just a mere peasant that is better off dead