Today’s offering is in the form of a Minute Poem
Trapped twixt free and automaton
Angst leaves me wan
Some from other
None from druther
.
Pacing the gears of clockwork orange
Feel abhorrence
Senses shiver
Lenses quiver
.
Wings bound neatly upon my back
From will I lack
Inertia’s doom
Extinction’s womb
Word of the Day Challenge — angst