#Writco
#poem

What has gone wrong with me?
Resumes tailored, cover letters customized,
Interviews given, references taken,
But still not a single job in hand, I’m left feeling paralyzed.

I wake up each morning with hope in my heart,
Ready to face the world, ready to start.
I dress up with care, in my best clothes I shine,
But deep down I wonder, “Will this day be mine?”

I scroll through the listings, I send out my mail,
With each passing hour, I feel more frail.
The phone stays so silent; the doubts start to creep,
In my mind, a storm brews, robbing me of sleep.

I remember the days when I had clear goals,
When work was my passion, it fed my soul.
Now I sit in the quiet, my dreams pushed away,
Wondering if I’m lost, will I find my own way?

Friends say, “Don’t worry, your chance...