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Ryan Clark
Poems
Feb 2015
Calloused
It is hard to grasp the stars,
when you stare at the dirt;
and only see your calloused hands.
You look forward;
yet see nothing.
You look behind
and feel regret.
Your body
Your mind
Tired
There is no sense of direction
There is no inspiration
starring upon your calloused hands
You, *** and bang
against the grain,
rambling on;
Not knowing
if you move,
Forward or
Reverse.
Time doesn't stand
Only your task at hand
starring upon your calloused hands.
Friends and family
are just a luxury.
Soon
they will be gone,
leaving you,
to grind away...
Again.
The task is complete;
Looking down to see
Nothing ... but your winkled hands.
Not my fav., but I'm trying not to loose inspiration. This is a fee form
#bleak
#life
#sorrow
#regret
#dark
#mournful
Written by
Ryan Clark
Hawaii
(Hawaii)
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