Poetry: Pangs of Joblessness

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Am I getting obsolete?
I often wonder between bated blinks
Will I need to Control Shift Delete,
I shudder, as my heart slowly sinks

I am screaming out loud
Yet no one can hear me
My head covered in a cloud
Of despair, worry inside me

Feelings of hoplessness envelope
As I patiently await
Holding onto every residue of hope
I know God alone can, make crooked paths straight

The world’s standards for self-worth
Is built to divide and destroy
A result of sinful birth
Comparison, the killer of joy

There is hope for every hopeless
In the storm, perfect Peace
He will not leave any comfortless
as He builds, piece by piece

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