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99% of the time I don't think about it but that 1% drives me crazy.

Just to think I've done it

All my hard work finally pays off

It was the summer of 2020

I got a call, come for the interview

176** CNR b**** Sandton is the address.

 

Excited, I straightened my rickets and got myself in order..

Shaved my head, that one particular cut I always saved for the big occasions.

I looked fresh, I looked stellar

Most definitely dressed to kill.

 

The interview itself went very good  

I came out of that with an air of confidence,

Some distinct bit of swagger

Though I had my doubts

Some unspoken fear we all go through after such an event...

 

Days went by, pacing patiently  

Finally after what felt an eternity,  

The call came through  

You've got it.

What is easily a dream job for many

was definitely a dream job for me.

 

To offer my expertise in technical support  

for a big bank in South Africa.

I was estetic, electrified

I remember telling my mother on the phone

She cried to the news,

The jubilation could be felt through the air.

 

For once I had a clear plan,

I had all my goals drawn a chart.

So I got new formal wear,  

That expensive one we only wear at funerals and weddings

Borrowed money for a the bus fare.

Paid it in full...

 

Everything was looking up.

 

It was the summer of 2020  

March 28, 19h00 EST  

Just merely three days before I could commence on my new job  

The country was taken into full hard lockdown.

Stage six they said,

Stay indoors,  

Wash your hands

And wear your face masks this will pass

It's just a bug they said...

 

But days went by

Weeks went by  

months went by.

 

After so many emails back and forth  

After every new stage

The last email i received was that people are losing their jobs

The falling economy is forcing the company to exe employees

But should the opportunity arise I'll be the first inline.

 

It's been well over two years,

Still no word

99% of the time I don't think about it but that 1% drives me crazy  

Thinking where could I have been, what I could have achieved by now,  

How much it would have meant to my family.

The clear roadmap to take my family out of the destitute state we were in....

 

It sucks but

99% of the time I don't think about it but that 1% drives me crazy.

 

 

 
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