Metals

Metals

By Allie Marie

Our world is locked behind iron doors.

I swear otherwise I could know you better.

The mechanical clock ticks on.

We race across this city,
but we don’t know why.
Names on plaques
mean everything and nothing.
Children are raised to do anything 
to be something.
We swear we know more.
Knowledge comes in quiet talks.
We scream and silence lips
so we can survive.
Still it only makes it feel
like we’re just wasting time.
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