Work

Work

A Poem by Blotter

Work Feeds me

 (in that it pays so that I may eat)

Work eats me

 (in that it is slowly consuming my soul).

 

Work has taken my heart,

in exchange for the pay

that leads to a life

which requires work.

 

I am dead inside

while I stagger through the day.

I am dying inside

while I stagger through life.

 

What are you looking at?

I see it in your eyes too;

fated, flittering glimpses

of the world...

 

...slipping from your hands.

© 2013 Blotter


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Indeed my dear fellow, work is the b*****d that clings to our very being, alas it's needed, perfect words, well done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Blotter

11 Years Ago

Thank you.

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Blotter
Blotter

tacoma, WA



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