Broken Wheel
by dan ankers
Harvest your Hugs
for they are the good
part of reaping
My workers ran off when
the manager was sleeping
I’m aching from the long road behind me
Smiling hurts; feels artificial
Initially I was a boy
So full of energy and hope
Now, I feel that I am a prisoner of necessity
down in the dirt; ready to die
it sounds nice
to sleep forever
that’s how tired
And yet I know
I know full and very well
There is More
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