Feeling Worthless Poem by .Pd. is here

Hark at work
Each day of the week
Time constraints met, yet
No appreciative word he speaks.

But the criticism is hard to stop
It seeps into my mind
Drop by drop
Taking over my leisure time
Entrenching my mind
Building up into negative thoughts
Then anger, then hopelessness
Then sorrow of sorts.

Those harsh words
Those cold eyes
That superior attitude,
Almost being rude;
It all gets to me
Like a devil upon my peace.

The amassed anger, sorrow and fears
Creates a pool of tears
That is shallow as compared to a puddle
But not shallower than how I feel
Cause inefficient and worthlessness
Are the shallowest deals.

(8 February,2008)