Day in and day out, we punch time
Our fists blued, our eyes grimed
By smoke, we beat ourselves brain dead
Where does this end, this life we dread
We step off trains & skip sky dreams
Grinding hours for someone's creme
Sinking deeper to debts & weeds
Where does this end, this life we dread
We mute our voices to nil
Lacking timbre & jars to fill
Carrying hurts, chests rippled red
Where does this end, this life we dread
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Complaint, A Poem of Lament. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for your visits and comments.
