Work (Poem)
I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.
Lost
Its all disappeared I lost it
Went flying in the wind
Ashes
Of a hope soaring to nothingness
Gone
Deeper I fall
Always at a loss
The punchline
Of a joke
The thorn in the side
Of every employer
Complicated
Nothing.
Uselessness
A word I learn to live with
Love
I have the sunshine and beauty
The life of great caring
Yet worthless I remain
Due to being unworthy
Errored in all ways
WHEN
I ask you
Am I going to feel worthy
Useful and successful?
Is there a point to this?
All they want is to be
Nothing more than normal
NORMAL
Right, maybe I should give in
Become a sheep
A worker ant amongst the colony
No different that the rest…
It’ll kill me
Im an individual
I cant conform
Like hanging me
Killing me slowly
Cruelly
Painfully
What should I be?
I AM ME!!!
I will not conform!
I will not change!
I need the work
But will NEVER sell my soul
To be a better worker
NEVER
I AM ME!!!!
© 2019 Wendy Engela