Fighting yourself while looking for work

Fighting yourself while looking for work 

Words are stuck in their tracks 

No ability any longer other than to stumble in an out of rage

Rage and impotence slapping together, wet, rank and joyless

As the world goes by not looking.

 

Fighting yourself while looking for work

All the skills that once were

Now dissipated by age or self-doubt’s wretched suffocations

Shoes and fingers, coats and legs, brain and heart

All as drab, sedated, as useless as vanity.

 

Fighting yourself while looking for work

Everything else eaten by cash

Reliably gut punched and rolled over in suffocating uncertainty

Always looking down, falling fast from the security of confidence

All gone now in the pitch, in the tar pit.

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