NAPOWRIMO post number 6!
Employed against my will
in the factory of ideas
The work is simple, the hours long
my happiness drained.
my eternity here has made my muscles weak,
smiling is no longer possible.
with a steady hand I shift and shift lining them up.
tear them down start from scratch
thrown all around littering the floor
like bodies after a storm.
I feel no pain for these victims since I am their prisoner
H.
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