Oct 11
poem 0 comments challenge: Shoes
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(Cog) in the Machine

I step into my frayed loafers
And head out for the day.

My feet quickly grow hot, encased inside 
Faded and rough leather.
I learn to ignore this feeling and continue my day
running errands and receiving orders, 
complaints, 
messages, 
Requests.
I go numb without even noticing.

I am simple.
I do not want for much.
I do not need nice shoes.
I am not passionate about my work.
I am not passionate about anything. 

(am) I am content (?)

I come home and take off my shoes
And ignore the new scuffs on the toes.
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