Poem: 'Gone'

Gone

by Terri Burdick

I lost my job today.

More than 29 years.

Why?

No answer.

My whole life.

Descend down, down, down,

Until I’m nothing but dirt.

I’m dead.

The sun is shining today.

But, will it ever shine for me again?

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