Labour Poem by Nick Hilton

Labour

Rating: 5.0


There is no toil,
That will suffice to bear,
The shame,
Of death despairing,
Ghostly shadows of men,
Alone and lost,
Caught up without,
Reason in a web,
Of mutating horrors,
And disfiguring,
Lies.

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