The office shark lies silently in languid pools of loathing,
She waits; waits for her moment to mock and mark my failings.
Behind sham sincerity she hides, her mind adrift in a sea of desperate measure.
Her tone is soothing and gently lapping, drawing me closer into to her confidence,
She offers friendship, making me feel that I am not alone,
That we can ride the storm, no matter what, together.
In my naivety I cling to her; she is my rock, my lifeline,
I am as one lost; lost in vast depths of uncertainty,
She shows me the ropes and then pulls me in, closer.
Composed and calculated she charts my success,
Secure and unwavering I boldly ascend beyond my boughs,
It is then that she casts me adrift, and smiles with tranquil rapture.
Inevitably I am drowning: drowning beneath waves of her responsibility,
Out of my depth, I feel time and tide conspire to drag me under,
With no hope of rescue, I disappear.
Circling, calmly she watches and waits for my end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how did u come out wif d idea man...nice shot..