We rise early, work late, toil under enormous burden for what
— to purchase “things” we don’t need — nor have the time to enjoy
We work hard, skimp on breaks and vacations, follow the capitalist model
— our labor and goodwill, exploited and unappreciated — all for another’s gain
Our work comes home with us, we give completely of ourselves, all in good faith
— only to be taken advantage of by those who don’t — they laugh at our naivete
In the end, we run ourselves down, destroy our health, destroy our souls
— only to be replaced on a whim, without not even a first — let alone second thought
We are the living dead, exhausted, spent, fueled by caffeine and life robbing diets
— we sprint to win a race to the grave — in a rush to bury our beaten, battered bodies
I write of the damaged and broken, because that is the norm. For each person who overcomes their demons, there are hundreds, if not thousands, who do not.
I am an independent, self-published teller of tales,
an author, as of yet, scarcely any renown.
However, as a storyteller, I know who I am,
and with that persona, I am both confident and comfortable. I invite you to visit my website,
and/or Amazon Author Pages
if you are so inclined please purchase a copy and leave a review.