Scary monsters



In the spaces between the gears


I see what it does to you

This grinding down life

The endlessly manducating jaws of existence

Unceasingly demanding more

Than you have left in you to give

The unrelenting expectations from those

Who take and take and never ever reciprocate

Until you begin to fear

They may have already taken the last piece of you

I see the lost despair behind your smile

The lonely echo of your isolation

Your struggle to simply be

To have one calm day

One tiny sliver of peace

Away from all the chaos in your head

And the white noise of a world that never retreats.







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