Push

Started off as a poem yet I began getting inspired to write a story around this...

"Don't you ever look back," my parents would say.

"Push, from night till day,"

But I can't anymore, my willpower has crumbled beneath my feet

It abandons me on the desolate, barren ground; alone, confused, bawling relentlessly

Working 12 excruciating hours per day yet the money doesn't meet

My mind slowly deteriorates, permitting my pains and aches to get the best of me

I envy the rich, not because of the meaningless wealth, but because of the little value placed on things

They don't know how it feels to see your growing baby boy only one hour a day

They don't know how to suffer; how to spread those miraculous, angelic wings

They don't know the gut wrenching feeling of reading: FORECLOSURE NOTICE: Debt be paid by May

My dry, calloused hands cannot bare this tedious torture anymore

My sanity is fleeing, I can't stand seeing my wife in such deep depression

So I wash every window and scrub every goddamn filthy floor

Just to make ends meet, to finally quit this goddamn recession

And ever since then, I have never looked back

Author's Note

Don't be shy! I love hearing perspectives and commentary on my pieces. :D