Trudging. Oh! But the pain
Of endless fields of papers
Lined with inky scars. To be
Free of these cloth chains; to
Sloth and bury treasures!
Dark crevices crawl and squirm and slime
And latch onto my fingers like the nets of time.
Oh! Doors open avalanches falling
Into my eyes; mounds trip and fall
To awaken thick dust in my lungs.
I promise! This shall never be again;
I shall never build these filthy walls!
Paper fortresses cut and bite and bind
And fight against my freedom like the diamond mines.
Author notes
To me it's obvious... but i'd love to hear what you have to say. What is this poem about? Inspired by a life chore.
Please tell me what you think
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Dark crevices crawl and squirm and slime
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