The walls closing in.
I’ll never escape here,
The light…it grows dim.
What did I do,
To deserve such a fate?
I look at the clock,
The hour now late.
“I’ll never be free!”
I scream round the room.
But no one looks up,
No one senses my doom.
I’m all alone in perdition,
My life at an end.
So goodbye, friends, loved ones,
My last moment now…[send]*.
*Sent in an e-mail.
Did you write this during your 2011 summer internship? I've got news for you, Sweetie, you're looking at about 30 years of that trapped feeling. Unless, of course, you are fortunate enough to do what you love and get paid for doing it!
ReplyDeleteYou work?? SHUT THE FRONT DOOR?? Since when did they call torturing small helpless cats work?
ReplyDeleteThat IS work! It's a constant battle with Ernest. Actually, we're in a war, every day is a new battle. And he's winning, so I keep having to step up my game. Trust me, it's a full time job keeping up with his passive-aggressive tendencies!
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