Bare feet meet metal
by Luc
· 08/12/2025
Published 08/12/2025 17:07
Bare feet meet metal.
Cold. A shock.
The digits bloom,
a stark, bright clock.
Seventeen stone,
and a little bit more.
A judgment delivered,
right at my door.
It’s not just mass,
this stark decree.
It’s the weight of choices,
all on me.
The numbers don't lie,
they simply state.
A fact I can't argue,
a simple fate.
The brushed surface,
reflecting me back.
Just a number,
on a lonely track.