For All The Jobs With No Job Satisfaction Poem by Daya Nandan

Years have passed and i am still unsatisfied,
Stranded on my once ocean of hope that has now dried,
The choices i have made have led me to this,
A life void of happiness and bliss,

I am far from happy i am far from my best,
Sometimes i wonder if this is all a test,
I am so far from my targets, i am far from my goal,
I am questioning myself if it is worth growing old,

Maybe it is the seemingly endless cycle of work,
Or perhaps the vulgar insults of each idiotic jerk,
The working environment is never optimal,
The dignity at work feels like a minimal,

A bullying culture coupled with a tiring job,
Weakening my state of health, making me sob,
I cannot believe i have spent almost a decade studying,
For a job that makes me feel like i am dying,

Some of my peers have broken down and cried,
Some of them have even attempted suicide,
Some have developed mental disorders in the process,
A fair number have quit because of all the stress,

Is it really worth it? i often question myself,
But i have studied tons of books on my shelf,
I have invested so much only to wake up to a nightmare,
In a fear mongering environment without mercy to spare,

I know i can do it but is it worth it in the long run?
Will it be worth it once everything is said and done?
I am trying not to break, i am doing my best to bend,
Yet i sit here wondering if the suffering will ever end.