Bob Okroi

Grindin' through the days
blinded an' broken
with only empty
shells to keep company
battered, but numb an'
senseless, turnin' each moment
and every day into the last
gasp of freedom till this
ol' guzzler comes to a stop
be it brick wall
or brakes, the blurred
trip will be the first
glimpse of peace
i'll know

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