Seven months in country
Should consider myself lucky
That I made it this far,
Thus far strong
But not without
Problems along
The way
The same things
Different day
I came here seeking change
In vain
The dynamism
That I crave
To make my sinful soul
Worth saving
Keeps escaping
From my sight
Delusions waking
Me each night
Well-rested
Wrested
From my eyes
My cardiac,
Arrested, dies
Class-struggle-tested
Body lies
Somewhere no one
Will ever find
It rotting
Robotting
Going through the motions
Only
Fixing
Nothing's broken
Just the parts
And processors
That ever doubt
This all absurd
And words I choose
To make me human
Once again
Are ancient ruins
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC
Seven months in country
Should consider myself lucky
That I made it this far,
Thus far strong
But not without
Problems along
The way
The same things
Different day
I came here seeking change
In vain
The dynamism
That I crave
To make my sinful soul
Worth saving
Keeps escaping
From my sight
Delusions waking
Me each night
Well-rested
Wrested
From my eyes
My cardiac,
Arrested, dies
Class-struggle-tested
Body lies
Somewhere no one
Will ever find
It rotting
Robotting
Going through the motions
Only
Fixing
Nothing's broken
Just the parts
And processors
That ever doubt
This all absurd
And words I choose
To make me human
Once again
Are ancient ruins
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