Workaholic • Espresso Cookie

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Hands smeared in burns

Those hands that worked tirelessly

Cranking machinery

Raging caffeine - gasoline

Lit a burning soul

Causing an uncontrollable wildfire

With a thirst for more

Coffee in plastic cups -

Polluter of a yearning mind

In that freedom, someone was trapped

Iron bars morphing into sheets of paper -

The only thing those eyes could see

Bound in a creaky seat

With a scratchy table in front

Leather shoes tapping on the floor

And broken glass underneath

Remnants of failure

Dig deep into soft skin

A burst of blood seeping out

Rush of thoughts leaking, now

Limbs giving out

Eyes falling shut

Forgetting how long it took

To feel that warm darkness once more

That comforting drag

Alike of being held in another's arms

A bittersweet aura, it was

Like water flowing through

Extinguishing the rage

The lust for greatness

That strive for fame

Only leaving a vulnerable heart

Melting away the passion

Leaving behind only the calm after a storm

Putting the mind to rest, and the spirit to test

When all you've known is competition

For your entire life

Meeting calmness is a thing

Such would unknowingly adore

Yet there was still a fragment

A part that couldn't understand

Why it was being lulled

Into that deep empty abyss

And once those exhausted eyes popped open

The passion returned stronger than ever

And so the soul and mind went back to work

Whilst the person beneath observed

''I apologize. I am far too busy at this current moment being,''

he always shooed whoever interrupted the cycle

Completely ignoring himself, his body, and everyone else

To continue earning enjoyment and validation

The two elements that bridged that deep gap inside.

-Finley