Go through the motions- just a job, I smile at people- tap the keys,
around me all a fuzzy blur, a nagging ache around my knees.
Books shelved and tidied in a row, stand to attention on the rack,
things regimental and just so, must try to keep my mind on track.
The noise invades my tired head, just empty echoes on a thread.
Out in the workroom people talk, all paper's filed and boxes ticked,
stare at the screen but nothing's changed, this time I thought I had it licked.
My busy colleagues come and go, they talk and laugh between their toil,
such sounds are are alien to me, deep down inside the tears boil.
The noise invades my tired head, just empty voices on a thread.
Author notes
Sometimes you think that immersing yourself in work to blot sadness out will help-but today it didn't.
A contest entry
- Amaze Me With Your Words by Sue Cardwell.
1750 points, ended November 26, 2008, 23 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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As we get older we all get to this place eventually. You wonder how to just keep putting on foot in front of another. It is a good write though Hilly and many will see themselves in it too.
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Thank you for your entry in the contest. I know how difficult things have been for you and this write fits the prompt well. I know things will improve...keep smiling.
All the best...Sue
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Exvcellent
Never a truer write here. I have been here in this place of nothing and know exactly what you mean in this Excellent poem. Wishing you all the best in this contest Brian.xx
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This is a good poem about a dead end job. Good write
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