Original poetry.

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Unemployment


Another blank, another Monday
I'm left feeling worthless
Lots of bills I need to pay
Only causing more stress

I try to look, I try to go
Yet all around seems black
There's no energy for the show
And emotions running slack

Panic grips and fear infuses
All my senses in a rush
All of this completely confuses
And turns my mind to mush.

Another opportunity here I miss;
Chances of employment are slim.
Richard Cory never had a day like this
and look what happened to him.

And still the bills are waiting, waiting
And I cannot answer the telephone's ring;
It will be a stalking seller, baiting,
Ready to make a sting.

How can I survive this torment?
How can I go on in hope?
When all I want in this very moment
Is to hide away and mope.

I don't know how to be in penury,
My dilatory domicile a cardboard box?
It causes body and spirit injury
A truly catholic pox.

Tomorrow will I wake at dawn?
If I don't, will I care?
How is hope supposed to spawn
When terror stops to stare?

There is a pain in having nothing
Disappointment frequent then;
But the pain in having something
Is something yet again.

How does one lose and stay
The life which one has built
When all the gold has gone away
For the sifter, only silt.

When oh when will all this end,
and how and where and why?
The now has grown a dulling trend;
I need to learn to try.