@Chamomile 10 August 2020 more from that month

A Bomb of Proof

Evident cracks on the walls, falling raindrops from rusting old roof, Dull floor painted with red floor wax, and shade of pink paint was slowly fading. Festered by the blink of fluorescent lamps on the ceiling. Pair of eyes focused on seven clear folders comprising my application forms. Echoes of rants coming from my outside world Spattering the whole crowd about my anxiety, my bad luck. Four corners of our chamber, full of complaints of sleeping late at night,  Waking up late in the morning. Venomous words polluting my optimistic mind set Forcing me to come out of my shell and live my field of specialization.   Cruel eyes and metallic hands of an executive department promoting unfairness. Where's diplomacy? Maybe everything is not about effort. More than three months of waiting's still not enough That will serve as a living proof of patience and dedication For the one with high hopes Take risk a hundred times; you'll end up with nothing. And still and always be a loser. Best thing to do right now? Stare at the photographs of your special someone telling him/her, "I love you."