Self Confliction – The Struggle Before Transition

A series of haiku's which i wrote during one of way too many 3 hour long friday morning meetings.

i.

I sit here blank face

as my soul is stolen numb.

Career this is not.

ii.

My eyes turn to black

as the projector hums on.

These words mean nothing.

iii.

Engineers bicker.

My eardrums pounding deafness

Creativity

iv.

Confidence dwindles

But this passion burns within

Melancholia

v.

Tears hide behind black eyes

in this cold conference room chair.

It’s too hard to hide

vi.

Watching laser lights

Twirling ‘round calculations

Resist cat like urge.

vii.

Bladder is screaming

However, brains are speaking.

Leave peons squirming.

viii.

Love to write minutes

For subjects, can’t comprehend.

Translate for brilliance.

ix.

Technical writing

Erases all emotion

And I BREATHE PASSION

x.

Art take me away.

Mental health over high pay?

Not in USA.

xi.

If time could stand still

Productivity exceeds

Mental anguish fades

xii.

High rents, car and gas

To live, to work, sell my soul.

Exist, conform, pass

xiii.

Turn off inner voice

to show a false existence

and craft the trickster.

xiv.

Create the drama

With impromptu decisions

Devour their grief.

xv.

Deny the mind’s eye

Waste of human just to try.

I will go nowhere.

xvi.

My heart beats bleakly.

Deep passion overflowing.

I’m falling in deep.

xvii

Live to love to hurt.

Pain to break, decay and die.

Please help dig me out.