Cubicle

Trapped in a cubicle of confusion
Tired of living up-to everyone's expectations
Unable to vent out my frustration
I sit here; lamenting my limitations

I stare at the blank space
Hurt in many different ways
Tears sprinkle down my face
I sit here ; counting my remaining days

Days that will relieve me
From this profound insanity
Delusions have deceived me
I sit here; seeking peace from reality

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Relic]

I'm sure there are many in your position that would love to head for the nearest plane to somewhere quiet and not so hectic.

The pressure of an office job can spin your head in different directions at once.

You've expressed your frustrations well here.

[Sweedy Pie]

Thank you for understanding the hidden frustration behind this simple poem. Means a lot !!!!!

[gloreah]

I love it. It's full of emotions, the reader can relate and feel "you" in it. Nice work!

[Sweedy Pie]

aww thank you so much glorea!!! means a lot

[tim.reed]

Great work. I think we've all had those feelings. Very relatable. You may want to try using a caesura instead of the semi colon endings each stanza. Just a suggestion though. :)

[Sweedy Pie]

Yes that is a good suggestion tim. thank you!