Up, down. Side to side.
A fractured machine bouncing place to place
Creating misfit endings
and undone beginnings
Needing repair, ignored dismay
Pushed forward to work yet another day
Rattled banging, clashing pieces.
Dents and cracks no longer superficial
Trudging through with no end destination
Shards and fragments left behind
No longer producing end results
Failing to prevail
Two paths to be chosen
Stuck at the cross road
tittering on the edge.
1 comment:
Nice poem
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