I burnt my nose on a grindstone,
trapped my fingers in a wheel;
I’m riding on a treadmill,
like an hamster in a wheel;
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The picture of bondage was created, especially by the first stanza. Nice work
I’ve got shackles on my ankles, a millstone round my neck, my escape, the plan, human slavery.. very good poem pointing to realities of life. tony