Wicked Whispers

The whispered words of vile hate 

At night mean to end my flight-

Path to the green backs 

That is much needed–

Were heard and heeded

In the early darkness of pre-dawn.

Or was it the near late darkness 

Of poverty?

Not only one resume but

Two crafted word docs

Were sent the future gods 

Of self sustenance. 

Careful now, need one remote

So can sit in the house

With no wheels to transport

Into the fantasy of real life.

And hope and pray and

Apply all the tricks to

Successful applications.

And now to wait.

And now to wait.

and then, if needed,

to go again.

(Thanks extended to Sanmeet Chahil of Unsplash for the great photo)