All day, today

I did something that didn’t matter

so that I would matter

these paperwork chains

cut me

and hold me

like a helpless

soul.

All the time must be wasted

so that I can go on living

and not worry

about the hard life

just waiting

for a really bad day.

I’m stuck to my work chair

dotting I’s and crossing T’s.

I’m on the cross

watching myself die

inside.

Getting off this cross

will mean

I’m Jesus Christ

and the only way to do that

is to save myself.

Although,

I know I’m not God

because I don’t want to save the world.

At 5 PM, it’s the darkest hour

it is finished

a sunshiny day

buried in the dark

recesses of my office

stuck to my work chair

dotting I’s and crossing T’s

that weren’t crossed

appropriately

and the stone

is never rolled away.

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