Crossed Lines

Descriptive poem

Either counting down days or counting up

People are obsessed with their calendar x's

Everything timed precisely

Our lives become a machine 

Greased up by our stress

Everybody seems to need it

That red ink that shows you made it through another day of being human

Weigh the pros and cons

It really doesn't matter

Would you die if you deviated for one day

I dare you not to look at it for a day

You can't do it

Not unless you're truly free

Which no one is

Reviews

[wordsofheart]

Nicely writeen poem,which describes the truth of life clearly and the way in which we stress ourselves up about things that hardly matter. Well Done!

[Eliza Mae]

Dark and real.. I love your creative style
"Our lives become a machine
Greased up by stress"
The imagery is just brilliant.

Great job!!