To h*** I am bound once more (poem)

[sistersage]

The need for material things does not hold me,
But my need to care for my children supersedes all else.
So, I walk Once more in the realm of the beast, humble myself
To this hellish torment, and bite my tongue as words of rage fill my mind.
The muck and filth that I wade through has marred my soul.
The rancid stench of animosity chokes my very breath.
Respect has become a thing meant for only those who don’t deserve it.
The hard working, knuckle bleeding masses of us continue to be spat upon.
I hold my position, night after night, praying for a release from this life.
When will my life be green again? When will I have the energy to love my family?
Is it worth the aggravation, or have I lost the true purpose in what I do?
How can I justify the time I spend away from my children, working for their benefit,
When what they need most, their mother, has fallen asleep again?
I am depressed, I am irritable, and I hate my employers.
The sad truth is that my children lack what I work so hard to give them.
Money truly is evil, but a necessary evil that each of us torture ourselves for every day.

[momojcbc]

Aug. 1, 2010 at 1:15 PM

This is a great poem! I have so been there and I can truely relate. :)