Scrapheap

By forest_for_ever

Tue, 19 Apr 2011
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Scrapheap
It really doesn’t matter how long you’ve toiled
You're just a bloody number
Your sweat, your fire and passioned zeal matters not
You’re just a bloody number
Yesterday’s flavour, all your wasted labour
You’re just a bloody number
From a distant darkened temple creeps the word
You’re just a bloody number
It’s for the common good, or so they say
You’re just a bloody number
The self-sacrifice, the loyalty is returned to sender
You’re just a bloody number
Self esteem is cast upon a pyre
It seems I was just a BLOODY NUMBER

To those who care not where we go
So long as we fade away without a fuss

Graham Fewell

Certificate U
Story
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by RachelPatricia on
My favourite lines - 'From a distant darkened temple creeps the word You’re just a bloody number It’s for the common good, or so they say You’re just a bloody number' :) Really enjoyed this, forest. Also enjoyed your other poem, Midnight Love, but couldn't comment on it so I'm doing it here! Thanks for the read(s) :) Rachel xx

Submitted by forest_for_ever on

Thank you Rachel.

My dear friend was dumped from his job; a job he was good at. It nearly broke him, as he cared dearly about the students he taught and it was sad to see.  It made me realise that when people say "you are highly valued" they really mean "you are still useful at the moment" and that is a big difference. Being true to yourself and honest doesn't always work in this world...

 

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