I can hear my bones grinding
Cogs and gears in discontent
Lately I’ve been finding
Myself completely hell-bent
On wearing down my body
Working it to the core
Left my spirit rotting
In a corner on the floor
Dead skin sloughs off
Hair turns to dust
Blood as I cough
Lungs filled up with rust
Days of endless work
Leave me in shambles
My mind at the fork
Of many pointless rambles
Through the rabbit hole
Of an awful wonderland
How many grains I stole
Of Time’s precious sand
No longer can I run
From the fading of the dawn
While destruction has been fun
It seems my time is gone
About the Creator
Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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