Corner Office
Poetry
A corner office,
with a view.
Dreams turned to hours, I grind through.
Power
to convert knowledge to profits.
Prayers
to halt my bleeding pockets.
My family’s pride; I refused to fail.
Yet my family’s life,
heard
thru voicemail.
A would’ve-been wife,
worn
from me being rare.
“Baby, I promise, I’m…
almost…
there…”
My hard-earned promotion! [or,
price tag sown into years of existence?]
No longer a drop in the ocean.
[a party of one; no’ne made the distance.]
All I ever wanted
was a corner office, with a view.
My ego satiated,
[Yet, now I dream of you.]
From my corner office,
I longed for life that passed me by.
At least the views were nice,
during my fall
from
the
sky.
Corner Office by JJ Messier
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