Pity Poetry

jobless
aimless
alone

the hours, the days run together
interrupted only by sleep.
the next day dawns without a beginning
only continuation of the same.

what is there to punctuate a day’s passing?
tomorrow, today
indistinguishable from yesterday.
it is all the same
its sameness numbing.

in darkness, a day’s success is lost
to greet the new day
in yesterday’s paralysis.

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  1. I hope writing this poem helped brighten your outlook on your job search process. I’ve had a couple of promising responses in mine, but I’ve been through this enough not to get overly excited until I actually get to the sign-on paperwork. Hang in there, and go out and smell the flowers.

    • Daniel
    • May 5th, 2011

    Keep up the faith.

    • Marsha
    • May 4th, 2011

    Your prose reminds me of Ecclesiastes chapter 1…

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