In this place of torment,
I find a voice to carry on,
a strength to lift me upward-
and out of this hell I've created..
For myself.
I shift the gears of my life
to include you in the workings
and you stop the gears in my heart-
a pause for your own greed,
knowing I am helpless to stop you,
I try to pace myself
and stop, cry,
and die a little.
You've killed me on the inside,
for last time I hope,
but still I pull the levies
hoping things will be restored
I have no aid in these workings,
I am my own mechanic,
So now I begin repairs
on ruin you've created
using me as a forum-
for your sadistic game...
Please tell me what you think
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I really liked the imagery in this. I could picture myself pulling levers, shifting gears, oiling squeaky, rusty metal. Nice job, keep it up!
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