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Saturday Jones
Poems
Jun 2015
Slightly Melodramatic
Working this hellish job,
I come up for air, but I'm barely surfacing.
I can barely see through the fog.
I did not show up for the circus.
I did not answer the call.
I mean look at me; I'm a person.
I'm just trying to decide here.
I'm trying to make up my mind.
Should I even attempt resurfacing?
Or hold my head under water permanently?
Like an addict, I want to die.
I was not prepared for this circus.
I'm not going to pay for these.
Working this hellish job,
I look at the sky, "Have mercy on me."
Your employee rhetoric is not working on me.
I think it's curtain call.
How could I forget you were a serpent?
They said it was for a good purpose.
Can we please press pause?
Is this movie even worth it?
Is this microphone even working?!
Can you read these words at all?!!
All quiet on the western front...
I think somebody spiked the punch.
Like a candle, I want to die.
I mean look at me; I'm a person.
I need something I can touch.
Like a candle, I burn alive.
Like an addict, I burn
alive.
Like an addict, I burn inside.
Like an addict, this IS urgent!
Like an addict, I burn high.
Who put me down for the circus?!
I wanted to sit on a log and watch
the ripples on the surface.
But I can barely see through the fog.
I mean look at me; I'm a person, and I
work a hellish job.
#sad
#life
#pain
#job
Written by
Saturday Jones
South Carolina
(South Carolina)
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