Twelve hour shift,
Evening plans shelved,
Relationship drift
and happiness halved.
Sitting here tonight wondering,
what am I doing wrong.
Every day i try even harder
yet my energy is just petering
Where am I now?
I search every corner of my life,
I wear a crease in my brow
trying to escape this strife.
I need to escape.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very short, but explains a day of pain with nothing to gain and curiosity in trying to figure out your disaray: I liked it