Overtime | A Poem by Louis Melling
- Blog Editor:Millie Norman
- Jun 3, 2020
- 1 min read
Work.
The physical act of doing,
For so long has been a sanctuary from thought.
A sudden shock and stand-still brings collateral trauma,
Measurable only to a full speed train meeting an abrupt stop.
Blades of buckled steel pierce indistinguishable flesh.
Damage that transcends quantifiable process.
This is the mire I have escaped to now.
A revelry of reflection.
Heartache.

Photography by Holly Hanson, inspired by the poem
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