Day in day out, in and out I sit in front of a

Motionless screen, typing,

Panic rising.

Exhaling and inhaling deep breaths.

~~~

Tortured beyond words

Of deep anguish

Of annoyance

Of despair

Of frustration

All mixed in one.

~~~

I feel trapped

In a meaningless

Enterprise,

Where only

Numbers

And Numbers

And more Numbers

Count.

~~~

Oh I just want

Out of this

Futile job.

Help me please

As I learn patience

And learn to

Survive this pointless

Job

That havocs

Deep human

Anguish within

My tortured chamber

Of hopelessness

Within hope.