Poem: Glue Trap
i’m stuck
a mouse in glue
soul famished
mind parched
Trapped
in place
in standing
in life
Die or Survive
Work to Death
Or Starve to Death
Or Taste Gunpowder
They don’t care
Capitalism
No breaks
forty hours
sixty hours
one hundred twenty hours
per week
Death by Survival
hobbies buried
joy unrecognized
options limited
wake up
Work
wake up
Eat
wake up
Sleep
wake up
Drink
wake up
Drown
wake up
Bleed
Choose your door
Die or Survive
living?
never.
The matrix….one never ending loop.
Thank you for writing, it’s raw and so honest ♥️