You gave yourself a gift:
Walked away from
The life of perpetual servitude,
A life dissected by
Indecipherable, incoherent noise,
Which you tried to adapt to,
But never could.
Someone will silence you,
Some will control your thoughts within.
Someone will tell you what to think,
Someone's will you shall imbibe in.
Someone shall tell you when to sing,
The dance you will be allowed to dance.
It's the only way to survive,
Through an abject conformance.
Silencing was the weapon of mass destruction.
In their zone of noise,
They killed your spirit
By cutting you off, mid-sentence,
To show who was the boss.
You chose to walk into
The zone of freedom,
Where your mind wanders
Without restrictions.
You have reached a place where
No one censors your being,
No one blows out the candle of your opinion,
No matter how feeble.
Perhaps it's the first time
You are breathing in without pain.
It's the first time
You are seeing things, feeling things
You didn't know the world contained.
You have become richer
By letting go of wealth.
The last rites of "Professional Career"
You performed
Without any regrets.
Perhaps this is the first time
You see a determined line
Etched on the face
Of the man in the mirror,
Reflecting self-respect and determination
Of a man
Who has achieved something worthwhile.
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Author:
Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: November 26th, 2024 22:39
- Comment from author about the poem: Goodbye to the overpowering stench of professional career
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Comments3
The only solution was to career way the hell out of there.....
Thanks Dave for the read and your comment. I agree with you and I did what you suggested. Now I am freeeeeee 😀😜😁
One must do what one fines fulfilling. To be simply a cog in the machine this is not the human dream. A poem of assertion.
Your insiteful comments always inspire me. The simple expression of being a cog in the machine summerized my feelings which I needed so many lines to coney. Thank you for being a guiding light.
I know for a fact there are many in the same boat .... & most of them remain there through fear .. when asked what they are fearful of, most respond with an honest don't know .. which just goes to prove that we only fear what we don't understand .. and if as you say, you got out .. well done you sir .. yes indeed, bloomin well done .. Neville
Perhaps I am slowly coming to understand what it means that end of one thing is the beginning of another. Thank you very much for the read and the valuable comments. Really appreciate the support.
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