Monday, 8 August 2022
This is a poem I wrote five years ago. It revisits the horrors of my previous life. These days I live in a beautiful corner of Eden and for that I am grateful every day.
Office Slave
Insidious
like a persistent drip
on porous stone
over centuries
a slave to paper
empty rules
managers hiding incompetence
behind intimidation and bullying
farcical office gossip
making millions of cups of tea
for no thanks
sucked me dry
until I was a well
after decades of drought
with nothing left
to quench any thirst for life
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Life, then, was a misnomer
for mere existence
for persistent dread and fear
a dice with death every day
A nut cracked by the hammer
of meaninglessness
Exhausted
void of ambition or desire
Dead inside
broken like the branch
of an ancient oak
after a violent storm
© Carola Huttmann, 08 September 2017
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