Eclipse my menial task, assign me as a cog, a nominal figure, a number, not a name.
Complete eradication of my sense of being, my voice becomes lost, meager,
Loathsome, petty expression of my worth.
Isolate my time, make me empty, a husk, a whisper of my former self.
Peer behind the darkness, and find me there, small, obedient,
Subservient, ready to trade my blood, my form, for a few cents of what I’m worth, for mercy.
Eclipse my body, quiet my voice, hide me until the clock marks five, until the shackles break, until I am free once more.
About the Creator
Juan Lli Pedraza
Hi!
I'm a Venezuelan poet living in Florida. I am a poet for hire on the weekends which means I type poems for strangers on my typewriter about whatever topic they want. Hope you enjoy.
Check my work on IG: @juanspeaks
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