There are joys and there are pains
Sadly I must confess I do not feel any
I think I wasn’t created in a time where feelings mattered but in a time where palms had stains
A time where we toiled until the sun set
Where our feet became dry like kernel shells
Where nothing else matters but the fight for self
Pain and joy were tossed aside
For an emotion we couldn’t decide
I led the team to the highest of highs
At the end of the day we left with sighs
Murmurs and whispers of the life we’d led
Abandoning it for one we came unprepared
Our faces an expression none could define
Our apparels worst than it had been
Pain and joy we couldn’t feel
Our destination we didn’t see
But we toiled on after all for the quest of an emotion we couldn’t tell
About the Creator
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Your compelling and skillfully written story kept me eagerly anticipating the next developments, skillfully blending emotions and suspense for a truly captivating experience. I'd appreciate it if you could also take a moment to read my work!