Poems

Office politics, what’s it all for? A bigger paycheck, but you’re still poor. Poor in spirit, rich in stress, But you’ve got that title, so who’s impressed?

Office politics, it’s all just lies, Backstabbing friends, in their corporate ties. Climbing ladders built on bullshit and fear, But no one tells you it’s lonely up here.

Office politics, the daily grind, We’re losing ourselves, leaving behind. But I’ll keep playing, till I break free, From this corporate cage, just wait and see.

Now as i stand, i see the cracks remain, Now as I stand, I see the cracks remain, The rust beneath the skin we tried to mend. But even in the rust, there’s love untold, A story that won’t break, but only bend. The years may pass, but I’ll still wear the stain, The mark

Numb to the need, can’t feel a thing No more desire, no more sting I’m lost in the quiet, lost in the gray Numb to the need, it won’t go away I used to want, I used to dream Now I’m stuck in this endless stream Numb to the need, no place to go In

Now all that’s left are memories that lie, The broken glass we couldn’t hold by hand. The floor was filled with broken glass and cries, We learned to hide from every sound that flies.

Now as i stand at the edge of my days, Now as I stand at the edge of my days, I wonder if rust is all that remains. I’m tired of running, I’m tired of pain, But I can’t escape the rust in my veins.

My father’s hands, like rust upon my bones, Have shaped the man I’ve struggled to become. The house we built was never truly home, But something left behind that keeps me numb. I see the cracks, but still, I wear the stain, A child lost inside a grown-up’s name.

My mother’s silence filled the empty rooms, A brushstroke on the canvas of regret. She painted pain with every word unsaid, A masterpiece I never could forget. I carry her in shadows, in the stain, The rust of love that time cannot reclaim.

No epic battles, no hero’s quest, Just a pile of crap that won’t let you rest. But in this mundane war, you’ll find your grit, Cause surviving the small stuff’s the ultimate hit.