The choices we make, are not always wise.
Reaching for glorious scope of new skies.
Before my eyes within my mind,
A new job unexpectedly fell wholly apart.
The green grass of summer got ripped up.
It’s miserable here on the other side.
My choice of career’s become wholly queer.
I lost my heart, it broke my soul.
I’ve lost my loving tender touch.
It’s all become much too much.
Trained for years and flaming years.
The only reminders are buckets of tears.
© Livvi