Counting steel plates has stolen the mind
Of an author behind.
Mark by fives
Because of their size.
Flickering suddenly as I realized the bee hive
I've left to grind!
The sticky machine seized by the bind
Croaked and moaned with much reprise.
None will escape alive!
This cursed place now compromised
A search starts for somewhere they'll never find.
YOU ARE READING
While I was Away
PoesíaThe poetry I wrote while trying a different platform. Credit to the OG publishing site on the cover, #Poemia.
