Ode
The Clock's Hand
Free he ought to be But his routine is written Down to a ‘t’. Nothing changes, No breaks or quirks— From waking to a new same day
Centurian Battle
Three ages in two; Maturity flourishes like The weed in fertile ground As the once innocent child Sees their happy world crumble.
Night Worker
An ode to the hardworking dreamers by night and sleepy dear ones by day; that goes for readers, writers and actually night workers, those sacrificing sleep for surviving and imagining
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?
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