- Post By: Jason Santo
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- Category: Uncategorized
- Tags: acceptance, computer, corporate, life, paycheck, poem, poetry, real, writing
My days rob the air of beauty. My nights steal passion from practice. Sleep comes as mercy to angry stirrings of escape. Distress darkens every corner of mundane rooms. To fail here pronounces common sentence; neither thief nor liar nor cheat, but jailed just the same. The sun insults as the moon dishonors, truths shown light always reminding that this is what a lack of courage earned. This is the real. #writing #corporate #computer #paycheck #life #poetry #poem #real #acceptance