My Work Will Kill Me
I now realise, my work will kill me.
My employers demand my life and soul
I would just leave but I’m forced to endure
The pain and suffering of this tortuous role
By those who say they love me, they also say
Do not leave! Make them get rid! You must stay!
And so I do, it is my love for them
And even though I die a little more each day
I am no longer fearful of my full demise
It shall come soon my friend
My employment is my torture
My pain the burden I must endure for love
And so one day soon, I shall be dead
And they will know not that it was my work that killed me
My family ignorant that it was their words that sacrificed me
And all that remains is the knowledge that finally
I feel pain no more.
Saturday 7th February 2015
Words 365 is a personal project to produce new one piece of writing every day for a whole year, 2015, the full project can be found HERE and whilst I hope to upload each piece on the day it is written, please forgive me if a post is delayed in being uploaded every once in a while.