Echoes of Uncertainty

The clock ticks on, a louder chime,

A hollow echo is marking time.

The business closed, now all is still,

They shut us out against our will.

It wasn’t any of my actions that caused this mistake,

Even though I feel the tremors quake.

I scramble, search, and yearn,

For a positive return.

Did I miss the signs, the clues?

Was there a warning in the news?

The pieces were scattered and hard to find,

The puzzle has shifted so many times in my mind.

How can I mend what’s come undone?

How can I find where I belong?

Resumes are like bottles cast,

Hoping they’ll find a shore at last.

They say to tweak, to tailor tight,

But how do I shape my resume just right?

My demeanor reflects a weary face,

I am looking for job openings to fill the space.

A review by the AI recruiter and a careful show,

I hope they see what I don’t know.

Approve, instead of saying goodbye,

And silence answers from the sky.

Again I say it’s not me, this time,

As I proceeded to my next climb.

How long before I lose my way?

How long until I see the light of day?

Will I move? Will I leave behind,

The apartment, the life I knew, confined?

And if I do, will it suffice,

Or will I receive a better price?

The bills stack high, the money thins,

A race against the fear within.

What if all I find is loss,

A dream that’s crossed.

But still, I search, I press, I fight,

Against darkness while waiting for the light.

For what else can I do,

But maintain hope until the sky turns blue.