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Writer's pictureRuth Sanchez

Melancholy of an Office Man

I reach home with the moon high in the sky.

Wasted, I open my cabinet and sigh.

I start to eat food that's about to expire,

As for money, I am in dire.


I lay back down on my bed

And look at the photos of my friends

Basking at sunny beaches,

As my jealousy further increases.


Will these monotonous days never end?

Will I remain like this and continue to pretend

That I am satisfied with a life

Where I have to constantly bow down and bend?


How I wish this cycle would stop

Of me getting repeatedly torn apart.

What should I do to be just like them?

My mind continues to be in mayhem.


But life goes on, they say.

I have to make money some way.

Maybe my monotonous days won't be so gray.

I hope I get the motivation to stay

In a world that's full of dismay.

 
Artwork by Julia Barretto

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