Ryan Purciful - September 28, 2022
Image by - Alana Halsted
To give up is to fail,
So in this job I shall prevail.
One more month, I say;
One more month for my pay.
Yet each day is harder,
And every month seems longer
I hate this place.
I hate this space
Where I am less than equal.
So why do I stay?
Why do I refuse to run away?
Because I am scared of letting people down?
Or because I'm afraid that a good job will never be found?
I fear defeat.
I fear conceit.
Yet here I am faced with a decision:
To stay or to leave my position.
The money is welcome
but is it worth their venom?
This job is costing me my health.
So I must decide,
Is it worth the wealth?
I am now unemployed and broke
But at least I’ve escaped the yoke.
I may have given up, yet I feel free,
For I made the decision that was right for me.