Forced to endure another Monday
A prisoner held against my will
Surrounded by cold, dead eyes
In a room of unimaginable droll
Drab walls of gray obscurity
Fluorescent lights that twinkle
Silent voices that softly echo
In a cubicle maze with no exit
Bored, disconnected
Alone and outcast
Staring at a broken clock
Where time stands still
Hearing your footsteps approach
I brace for your friendly disdain
We exchange mutually polite lies
Simple charlatans without remorse.
A poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 10-05-20
Jason S. Sullivan 
Well described, I can picture it with clarity, having a familiarity with cubicles. I can also relate to the exchange of mostly meaningless words required by social convention, but I like to believe that a smile and a kind word are acts of love that work upon the soul of their recipient. 🙂 God bless you Jason!
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Craig, you’re so right! A smile and a kind word go a long way. Thanks for the reminder! I’ll try that today.
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