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When the Plant Door Closes: Part I

when the plant door closes,
it causes a loud sound which creates pain in the ears
echoing throughout the brain like a rock being thrown in an
empty metal garbage can---
and with the pulsating thump still pounding on the inside of
the skull,
then follows the mix of desperation and anxiety,
making its way into the
bloodstream---
forcing the seemingly paralyzed legs to move,
you then walk out into the parking lot with the weight
of the world falling down upon the shoulders,
and if you weren’t outside in the fresh air,
you might very well suffocate standing up.

the first thing that goes through your head is a blinding anger---
it is basically intangible,
but it speaks from the gut & it wants to destroy---
it wants to wring the necks of those that are responsible for
taking your job,
it wants to burn down the plant you’ve just left,
and all the houses of those that participated in ruining your own life---
for most,
this feeling subsides a bit when the overwhelming
“what am i gonna do now?”
infiltrates the mind.

so how are you going to pick up the pieces of your individual life?---
for those with families,
not only has the loss of income come at the worst time
(because there never is a “better” time),
but with your job goes your health care & thus
the healthcare of your family members who were on your plan---
the reality is you have severely endangered the lives of your most loved ones,
by having been on time to work every day,
by having worked over 40 hours every week &
by working harder than you ever have in your life.

Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2011

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