behind closed doors.

i don't know if i clinch the title properly, but this 1 is based on my first job, as an office worker and a direct salesman. worst month of my life.

 

I slave in a fluorescent hell,

Trapped in stone grey squares

Patrolled by a big brother wannabe

Surrounded by the mindless.

 

yet I remain faceless,

a silhouette.

Becoming weightless,

As if my shoulders have become broad.

 

The pages in this book have never been written.

The reader would never comprehend,

Or apprehend the situation as I

The author, will never allow it.

 

This is what is behind closed doors.

It may seem I have begun to bloom,

But indeed my leaves have already fallen.

Reviews

[Terry]

The feeling of being lost is displayed along with the element of defeat...enjoyed reading it

[Deandra Dawn]

You painted a perfect picture with your words, I can imagine every detail. I love this. Nicely done.