My hours are filled with business
To camouflage the gloom
That fills my mind with dizziness
At my oncoming doom.
There’s no way to turn the tide
I’d jumped off the dock.
I should have found a place to hide
Behind a nice safe rock.
In truth, I didn’t really jump
Someone came up behind
And gave my back a mighty thump
How could I have been so blind.
I always knew they hated me
And wished that I would die.
But I was where I had to be
To get my family by.
The water’s deep and I am cold.
I have no choice but to swim
I wish that I were not so old
But I will still show them.
I see the shore not far away
Much prettier than here.
It promises a brighter day
And living without fear.
I know that I can swim that far
And I’ll have the last laugh
When I excel in my new life
To spite that hateful staff.
ljm
This was written last year, right after I lost my job.