Thursday, 6 July 2017

Blind date with my job!

Butterscotch walls
and a hundred desktops,
Formally dressed in
Painfully high heels,  no flip flops.

I walk in with my heart in my mouth
All self consolations rapidly heading south.
Self doubts grow and choke me like climbers
The fire in me dying down to embers.

I take a seat
Trying to hide my trembling feet
Waiting for whosoever is to come
Ticktacking on my phone and chewing gum.

He arrives at last
With an unpleasant blast
He hasn't even started
And the inner me has already retreated.

I want to run away before
The onset of the rain
But for a little monetary gain,
I will subject myself to this mental pain.

But maybe if I ran away now
I would never learn how
This works,
Maybe I would like it
Maybe I wouldn't,
But how much time is
Enough time?
I hope I understand
Before I burn down to sand.

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