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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