Something's Wrong

Something's Wrong

A Poem by Spectre
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Venting about how I feel like I'm wasting my time, getting paid s**t while our companies owner has billions of dollars. I feel like I'm stuck in my life.It's all irrelevant on a universal perspective

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The world around me is not what it seems
Live my life on hopes and dreams
Out of reach by lack of funds
Is this really what life has become?

My life is run now by a clock
Then again, it always has been
I shouldn't act like it's such a shock
What is this building I'm standing in?

I stand still for a moment, a second gone by
A daydream of truth surrounding my eyes
A revelation that nearly makes me cry
My whole existence is but a lie

Florescent lights dry my skin
My mind is in oblivion
Yet a small wage resides in my hand
That's blown like dust in the wind

After hours of working
the day finally ends
My mind spills over, hurting
No time for myself or friends

I'm living for someone's happiness
And they could care less for mine
Time is becoming more ravenous
But I'll see them at the end of the line

© 2017 Spectre


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Added on July 18, 2017
Last Updated on July 18, 2017
Tags: life, business, wage, money, greed, revelation, universe, happiness, sadness, dreary, dreams, hopes, aspirations