To Brandon
My life is in shambles,
My work, a mess,
I just got fired,
No time to process.
Immediately, I wonder:
How can this be?
Where did I blunder?
Why is this me?
No job, no family,
No car, no soul.
Instead I clammily
Fall in a hole.
My friend, she tells me,
"Don't worry, it's fine."
But then I worry
If this is a sign.
What if I failed?
What if this is me?
What if this veiled
Meaning's for me?
Why does this happen
To those who work hard,
To those misshapen
Who're so scarred?
What is there now?
What hope is there left?
All I think is how
I'm left so bereft.
If this is all I've left,
Then so be it
This undeservèd theft
Will be where I quit.