SLEEPING ON THE LEDGE

These are stressful times 

Do what's right and you're treated 

Like a criminal doing hard time

Enough to drive one out of their mind 

Each day begins with a storm 

Even though prayers were made for calm

My bread I eat with tears

Each step is taken in fear 

My promotion has become a demotion 

The people I manage takes advantage 

Kindness is greeted with hostility 

I must cease being me 

And conform to this new reality 

An aspirin a day prescribed for my heart 

Or the pressures of life will tear it apart 

A pill to sleep at night and one to help me

Through the day 

Repeating key words that my psychiatrist say

This job is in control of me

I am led to the slaughter by those over me

I'm like a psychopath living on the edge 

And late at night I find comfort 

Sleeping on the ledge.

By

Wilford Barker.