The blood is pounding through my veins
I struggle to catch my breath
My concentration starts to wane
Illusions of certain death
Demands now problems piling high
Will their questions their ever cease?
Engulfed by panic as I try
Relentless efforts to please.
Confused and tired I glimpse my fate
Bereft of all spirit and hope
I toil to fill my master’s plate
No longer able to cope
I’m shouting loud but no one hears
Yet peoples’ eyes are staring
Fateful mirrors reflect my fears
This world is so uncaring.
Why can’t they see
I just want to be free
I need to escape
But fear I’m now too late
My fortunes been read
In too deep over my head
They say – "do it now"
But don't tell me how
Must I sink or swim
Subjected to their whim
My mind now like a carousel
Is spinning out of control
Alleviate this darkened spell
Please release my tortured soul
This bloody battle almost lost
The abyss grows ever near
My sanity will be the cost
If I surrender to my fear
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Author:
Andy Hunter (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Thinking back to when I used to work for a living.
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And then you retired and are so busy that you do not know how you had time to go to work. LOL
Good words Andy, sometime work could be like that and nobody listened.
Andy
Very true. I don't miss it that's for sure 😔
Thanks Andy
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