I spoke up.
So now I must be squashed
deep into the ground
my nose smelling the appropriate stink
of dirt and dust and all the leavings
life has dropped and here I belong
dribbling tears as if they could wash it all away.
When will I learn to disappear quietly?
When will my spirit finally accept
it is not of benefit to me?
I need rewiring - my program is obsolete
I am unfit for purpose.
Take a scalpel to my brain,
carve out the useless,
There is no happiness
while they persist.
I only need some basic skills
required to carry out my jobs
Please grant me peace to live my life:
remove the bit of me that sobs.
Michele Brenton 1st December 2011