Chains of Slavery in Deep Wash

A job of repetition will grind you into apathetic despondency.

More, more they come,

seemingly from no where,

we've no where to run.

Swinging -- Swinging in chatter,

take them whatever comes,

it never seems to matter.

Putrid -- putrid inducing revulsion,

our aversion inside festers,

but we decline to its indulgence.

Acquiesce -- acquiesce to our despair,

we fade into content,

and, like us now, no one really cares.

Reviews

[wordman]

i wonder if this is the new norm ! profound write

[Against All Authority]

Thank you very much. I appreciate the comment.