Mood Indigo

A shell explodes out of the barrel Of misfortune's gun with a deafening bang. Unexpectedly pink slipped as he was Slowly making his way up the corporate ladder; To use the demotic vernacular, "Laid off." Poor fellow. He never saw his hard luck coming; Confronted with a disconcerting reality, It has rendered him a melancholy shell of a man. Poof! His dream job vanishes at one fell swoop; Outsourced overseas. In his wistful eyes, Utter dejection. His reversal of fortune, cruel. He doesn't quite know what to do with himself. It's a tough pill to swallow; he's struggling To adjust to his grim circumstances. Sudden joblessness has taken a toll on him. His saturnine feelings are tough to conceal. His indigo-hued mood clearly shows on his face. He's teetering on the precipice of depression And withdrawn from friends and acquaintances. A shroud of uncertainty now hovers over him. His future couldn't look more gloomy. With his stellar career gone And mental health dangling on tenterhooks, Where does he go from here? Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest Sponsored by Emile Pinet Date written: 05/26/2023