The morning was still frosty
And I walked to work
Deep inside, searching for something I lost
The feeling of happiness
Not enough sleep
Tired coming home
No appetite to eat
Let alone be on my phone
Due to exhaustion, I was too slow
And in the end, I received the final blow
I lost my job
Comforting myself that it had to be so
Now I have enough sleep again
And I am no longer tired
But the feeling of happiness is still not here
Only pressure and despair
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My December Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote this month for Poetmas Instagram challenge
