Confided

I’m stuck in my situation as well.

It like I can’t get ahead.

Either it’s low wages with the hours.

Or good wages without the hours.

The food going bad

In the fridge

Screams a silent derision

You are a privilege one

Unchosen son

I feel like I’ve

Shut down

Parts of myself

In order to push

Through

Pandemic made manic

The mind of mine

Which wishes only

For the quiet solitude

Of study

And stoic attitude