My eyes burn from fatigue
My heart numbs
I shiver from forced isolation
I am pained by the pedestals that rest on my spine
A doormat sees brighter days than I
The dirt adds weight in colour beneath my eyes
I have invested too much time to not care
My eyes pool with pity
But my pride refuses the outpour
Once again, I have nothing to show for my effort
My Thank Yous I hung out to dry
Are yellowed into expiry
My blood once thick in character,
Now watery and overused
The hard work I’d rather live without
To gain the zest to live at all
If only I could afford it
I watch as I slowly decline into the perfect worker
With dreams visualized on scripted screens
Not really enough resources to earn opportunity
Not really enough opportunity to spark change
Just a set of rules and procedure to blanket routine
And monthly gain that is as good as a flimsy card
To ‘get well soon’ sent to cancerous cells
My eyes redden from despair
My youth wasted by the minute
I can almost feel it drip off my fingertips
Wrinkled from the long bath in procrastination
This system is nothing but a serial rapist
With a sadistic request for you to be thankful
As it feeds off your peace of mind
In exchange for the myth of the pursuit of happiness
Enabling the fear of losing what you have,
The need to have more
And more
The pursuit to having enough
Enough?