Machines In ParadiseA Poem by Jason ShadowsO how the waves echo each day.
(Work)
I awoke this morning to the neighbors lawnmower already mad I make haste putting my clothes on. (Eat) One pants leg on at a time I trip over the coffee table hitting my big toe on the side screaming...O my. (Sleep) The day is over from work and it seems life slips by forgetting all this time I need to eat something. (Repeat) Rising the next day...it all seems the same again and yet again the visual of life seems to resume. (It's) Breakfast and lunch combined into one to be quick the next bell rings again for the second shift workers. (Time) My work seems to be great for the boss is making money off my ideas he sounds his voice to me...to get out. (For) Free from this contraption yet the gears keep turning and they rust and wreak but they are fixed tomorrow. (Change) But what about me and my body? who is gonna fix me when I brake down will someone put me back together? (This cycle is vast and complex) (Life keeps moving without remorse) (Breaking free it's time to move on) (In this moment you become the machine)
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3 Reviews Added on April 11, 2019 Last Updated on April 11, 2019 AuthorJason ShadowsI'm your shadow within the light., NCAbout"Welcome to a world of light and shadow. In my apocalyptic paradise there are creatures and ghosts of the past and lost trying to remember what was that can never be again within ruins. So grab you.. more..Writing
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