I wrote this poem because of the economy. It reflects my pain and embarrassment of living in today's economy and being unemployed..frantically looking for work and finding work so i can feel a sense of self-worth again.
Misery stalking in deafening nerving gripe,
defiant voices fighting for freedom,
to scream for the rights to live graciously
without worry and embarrassment,
increasing boredom occupying my time.
Self-relaying words control me despairingly,
as day-after-day sun and glory drift further from joy,
appearing less likely to be retrieved,
my body proceeding to waste away,
for good, maybe, for now, it seems destined,
to disappear at this time would be a blessing.
Paul Hickey
11-4-11
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