Open Poetry #22 |
Corporate Slave |
Zall Member
since 2002-08-25
Posts 214London, England |
Back office junkyard A single computer screen piercing the dark Moscow clock reads 7am Various obscure reports litter the floor Ex-latte-chino whatevers and chewed pens A lone employee slumped in a cheap swivel chair Mouth half open eyes half closed Hair ruffled by frustrated hands Coodinated tie losely tied Like a noose before it tightens Its wasn’t ment to be like this But where else would he be True love forever lost For nothing Meaningless piles of nothing He never told her Now its too late A single tear rolls down his cheek His eyes gently shut An ungiven bouquet falls from his hand |
||
© Copyright 2002 Aaron Zall - All Rights Reserved | |||
Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Very gloom filled and painful to read. I liked it, it showed reality. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
||
Zall Member
since 2002-08-25
Posts 214London, England |
Thanks |
||
⇧ top of page ⇧ | ||
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. |