Tuesday, February 7, 2012

In the Pile

In the pile,
under the stuff,
among the noise,
among the fluff,
covered by pests,
tackled by demands,
wrestled down
and lynched with reprimands.
Overwhelmed in full,
under siege by all,
given tasks impossible
to answer when called.
In the weeds,
the ones so high
one can't see to
look up to the sky
and all unto
one's own accord,
selfish acts now seen
impossible to afford.

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