• the_gladiator 5w

    Workplace

    Going to hell,
    Working with demons,
    Long hours of slavery,
    Disgruntled customers,
    Noisy bosses,
    Unattainable targets,
    Captured soul
    Like fishes in a bowl,
    Eyes are fixed,
    Hands are tired,
    My armpits smell of work,
    In cold environment
    hot arguments everywhere,
    And going back to my home,
    Loneliness gives companionship,
    Night reflects only darkness,
    lust persuades me,
    Fatigued with overthinking,
    I shouldn't think of anything else,
    The F button of my keyboard
    is not working anymore.
    All I can think of is Luck.

    ©the_gladiator