What is the point/
at which you / break
down / trodden under foot
of the rolling / machine
of work
it never / stops / or slows
/ just more
now more is too / much
and break/age begins
/ to wear / down
your resolve/
your reserve/
your / self
it's just too / hard
to handle / all
pieces / parts you juggle
things / you control
but / control isn't / real
you should / be realistic
/ control is something you
never really had / is it
you are / a cog
in a group / of larger cogs
that spin / whir
and work
until / you reach
the / point
you / break
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ReplyDeleteUGH, THE BREAKS. THE BREAAAAAKS. I love how you put breaks within breaks of the lines. I feel like there are two poems within the whole. It feels fractured and whole at the same time. Love it :)
ReplyDeleteBeen feeling this a lot at work in the past year. This is one poem I definitely I wish I could see on paper. (Unless it wasn't on paper originally, in which case never mind.)
ReplyDeleteFavorite line is definitely "and break/age begins." Always great when you start playing around with double meanings while you adopt a style.