"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Toil.

I toil for hours,
and find myself
taking small immeasurable steps.
I bang against a ceiling
reinforced with iron.
The bolts
don't come loose
easily.
And beyond this
is a brick wall to climb.
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3 comments:

  1. Brother OllieOctober 24, 2011 at 7:04 AM

    heavy...break through!

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  2. Human ParadoxNovember 3, 2011 at 9:32 PM

    Great! Real and heavy. Like Olie said.

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  3. Matthew John DaviesJanuary 18, 2012 at 10:17 AM

    This is a daily occurrence of mine so it doesn't miss.

    Incidentally, so glad you're a fan of GK Asante.

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