They like to keep you under the surface
They want good seats to see you squirm
To watch you fight for your existence
Under their feet like helpless worms
They promise to provide a little sunshine
But keep you waiting in the dark
At their call and on your dime
With enough air to get a spark
But then they fill in all the air holes
Watching as you strike your paper match
Until you surrender all control
Signing in blood on their contracts
Sealing your fate and their achievements
Your failure is their only goal
Scrounging to make minimum payments
But never escaping from the hole
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
If you like what you read, feel free to leave a tip, I would love some feedback
Find me on twitter @kelli7958958
or facebook
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.