Erasure

The Trials and Tribulations of Unemployment

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I’m being erased.

Gone are the days of fiery frustration,
as my blubbering tears cooled
the silence in this house grows stronger

My softening presence,
unrecognizable in the neatly packed kitchen
as if I was never there

I’ve crept into this corner,
laying still
My feelings brushed out, swept neatly

Nothingness takes hold,
nothing out of place
I’ve been forgotten
this little old thing