Dear crumb, dear lone
Seed of the tattered streets,
Your shadows faint with grief
Not the procession of suns
Dear crumb, dear harvester
Of dust, strange human reins
Expunge your path…
Will human sweat suffice?
Category: society
A normal life, Poetry by Katie Rees
So this is what you wanted, but is it what you imagined?
The weight, the chains, the same daily routine,
in place of forgotten passions and dreams.
Sacrifice and conformity, is this a normal life?
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