Poem #119: The Machine

Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on October 8th of 2019. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account once a week for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.

The gears grinding to dust.

The tears tainted with blood.

The fears from above, the jeers are too much,

dear God haven’t I suffered enough?

The cries of my fallen allies.

The ticking of the hands of time.

Day after month, year after tear,

the cogs keep turning, my bones keep crushing.

Underneath the bruised and torn flesh,

The veins bulging from beneath.

The pulsating blisters, the piercing sting.

The profit machine, the music of screams.

When you’re here, your soul means nothing.

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