The Final Day
As I wait in the dark
For the ax to fall on flesh
There's nothing left to say
I won't protest
Many would shout
"She deserves to die"
No sanctioned work
Whereby one could decry
...unfair practices
Lazy, unfit, probably depressed
Shall I take the time
To count my losses
Validate for judgement
I've carried my crosses
Maybe a secret mission
A sacred space in existence
Just doing the work
Without complaint or resistance
...in silence
Martyr, savior complex, crazy....for sure
I tell you the TRUTH
I do not regret the void
Learning to trust in LOVE
Though I'm too often, annoyed
Irritated at freakin' hope
That infernal dangling rope
I want to choke,poke,
Yank, spank, crank
...til it breaks
NEED
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-03-2022
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