{"sf1_id":1177122,"sf2_id":null,"title":"[unnamed poem]","author":"Poppie360","words":113,"posted_at":"2017-05-02T11:44:00.000Z","tags":["Depressing","Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1177122-unnamed-poem","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1177122","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1177122\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"i wrote this yesterday.","content":"Silence.\n\nhe sits at his desk, his desk.\n\nHe can remember every detail.\n\nThe manager tells him what he needs to do.\n\nBut does he need to?\n\n  \n\nHe gets it done,\n\nonly after hours of procrastination.\n\nThe manager is proud with his false initiative.\n\nThe other employees didn't even do anything.\n\n\"Good work\"\n\n  \n\nHe nods.\n\nAt the day's end. He leaves.\n\nIt's getting dark\n\nHe goes down into the subway,\n\nSits by people he doesn't care for.\n\nGoes home.\n\n  \n\nHis empty home, his home.\n\neats cold leftover.\n\nSits in bed not tired, but tired.\n\nTired of the same old.\n\nHe sleeps.\n\n  \n\nHe wakes.\n\nHe readies himself for work.\n\nClocks in,\n\nSits down,\n\nsilence.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}