The Mind After 7 Years Job Search Poem by Daniel Richards

My hearts resistance is turning to black
Strained and encumbered with desperation
I have a calling,
I hear it on the windswept fields
But the cold is forming around me
And freezing me in ice
Like a statue that’s real
I stand alone my sense’s reel,
A fatal attraction for life is holding me aghast
My one sole intention is to be determined to try
Time rolls by as the sky revolves, an icy tear can't dropp from my eye
It’s easy to imagine but harder to climb,
My shadows pale in suspended animation
The ice grows thinker each time I try the climb
Hands are tied me the misfit musty keep on the try
An ice sculpture ignore by passers by
I have a heart I have a mind the story is told
A helping hand is needed, one to break bread
And offer the chance of life
I could blow the roof off sky
If just one person would give me a try
Just one chance and my wings will break free
From there icy prison and I would fly