The Industrial Heart This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.

March 9, 2013
The world keeps clanging on
Pulleys hiss and rise and fall
Cities on my tongue belch; bellow -
Rotten industry!
Big and small inside my bones
And ribs and heart, and me
I cannot stand, I cannot rise
I am held back by the tides
Of seas of grey and cyanide
And blood-born waves of things inside
Sentiments that I can’t hide
(Though, believe me, I have tried)

There it is -
My sinister smile taped to a mirror on the wall!
(If I could wear my wheat, would I bother at all?)

Drop your eyes -

For the world answers only to poison and sweat!

(That falls as blood on all our heads)

I have tried to rectify
Elucidate, justify
I have danced out in the rain
I have slept with the bones of saints
But everything ends up the same -
With coal dust in the cracks

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JohnPaulGeorgeandRingo said...
Apr. 2, 2014 at 12:07 pm
I said i'd look at your stuff, i'm glad i did, beutiful peotry!
AthenaMarisaDeterminedbyFate This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 1, 2013 at 8:40 am
I am, quite frankly, speechless. This is so beautiful I have no idea what to say. And I'm not just saying that for effect. I'm serious. Just beautiful.
Amaranthinium This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jun. 8, 2013 at 12:12 pm
Thank you very much :D 
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