Ten Weeks Later

A reflection in verse

You’ve never felt so tired, and you’re tired all the time
Another day, a new report of yet another crime
Every hour’s an afternoon, each second lasts a minute
You shudder when your phone lights up, there’s only bad news in it
The lows come quick and constant, all more awful than the past
What highs there are are rare and fake, and worse, they never last
Any glimpse of hope is yet another sad delusion
It’s almost like they count on your frustration and confusion
As each assumption shatters you shout out in dark despair
He didn’t even want the job! Sweet Christ, why’s he still there?