by J. Andrew Reilly

Created on: February 03, 2010

I am but a slave, working in the field;

a field of cubicles.

I am owned by life.

It seems everyone benefits from my labors

but me.

The pittance I receive does not nourish

the voracious appetites of my family.

Such as my children, with their hollow eyes aglow from the computer screen,

or my soul mate, who shares her soul with another.

The only thing I get is tired.

Although I am surrounded, I have no companionship.

I am lonely in my futile thoughts

while I toil away,

dreaming of a better life.

The irony is that this slave is free.

Free to either selfishly implode a home,

or free to selflessly remain a slave.

“Come on honey. Daddy will drive you to school.”

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