Even as the time ticks away at the clock to punch out, I still feel like my brain and heart are fighting a bout. In a position where I have never been yet no smile, Just another worker in a employer's file. My soul screams for something more I guess me, Yet my mind can't figure how to get past this greenish sea. Trapped in a role to dispense false cures for my patients, Yet my heart bleeds out my pores as it loses patience.
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
I'm torn between accepting the fact that I'm just a technician or trying to continue my search for my calling something more soul satisfying