a numb body with a speeding mind, fast-paced thoughts.
without hunger to crave or thrist to satiate, coerced to comply
flung from point to point, task to task. no route, just act
restless dreams on a bed that feels too small. nights are terror
how does one push through hardships without hope, energy or love
feeling like a vessel set adrift, capitalistic delight.
sprinting through days and weeks of work, seeking the light
but the tunnel gets longer and my legs weaker
when will my muscles tear again?