Unemployed

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..