Interview Downtown

I do my best to tell myself that hell is for
The wholly lost, and that is not my state,
And, if I could succeed at that, I'd tell myself
I need a job to eat, but needn't keep this
One, if offered, long. I'd find another. Still,
I see the dismal, mousy carpet and the
Deathly yellow walls along this hallway
Without windows on the seventh floor,
And recollect imprisonment within
The office I just left, beyond a field
Of cubicles, of cages for the beaten
Creatures, people who, at some point,
May have harbored hopes akin to mine,
But, now, exist, as wholly lost, in there,
In hell, and I decide I'll run the risk of
Running out of things to eat instead
Of letting myself mutate into what
They are.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-01-14 at 13:45

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