An ‘unemployed’ existence is a worse negation of life than death itself.
Monday mornings are stressful, you say
Back to the same old job after a glorious Sunday-
You groan inwardly, and so do I
I set out on my mission, with a sigh
Ready to brave the ruthless world out there
With my resume, trying to fight the despair
That fills the air around me, intensifying
Immediately after another rejection-lying,
On the bench in a public park at mid-day
Thinking of my meager savings dwindling away,
I try to analyse what is wrong with me
Or my skill-set, or my luck, or my destiny
That employment has become a distant dream
Soon hunger shall be my companion, so it does seem..
The wrinkles of strain on my face are obvious
From pretending to be hopeful, from being obsequious
While dealing with potential employers every day
I keep lowering my standards in every way..
With my self-esteem eroded, my foremost concern
Is basic survival, there’s a lot I’ve had to learn
About being frugal since my unemployment began
This period has changed me, I’m not the same man
Who had weathered storms before and stronger emerged
I am torn to pieces, in deep despair I am submerged..
And yet, I have the slightest sliver of hope hiding somewhere
That motivates me to get up daily and put myself out there…
I have looked for a job in sunshine and rain
Tomorrow I shall look for a job again..