Long meeting at work, a poem happened:
Inside is a stranger, stuck
Done to death himself
Such a state, such a strait
Jacketed sort, wears ties
Worn ties, discarded bonds
For securities exchanged
Traded away life bygone
When found fear of living
Unafraid, dwells, unaware
In silent shell, living dead:
A stranger.
2 comments:
sinkingdrainingdrowningbleedingdead.
I really fear for the person holding this meeting.
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