UNEMPLOYED

In the silent hours before dawn's first light,

A world of uncertainty, a constant fight.

The alarm clock ticks, but there's no place to go,

In the land of the unemployed, time moves slow.

Resumes sent out like paper boats on the tide,

But job offers are elusive, nowhere to hide.

Days blend into weeks, into months, into years,

As the weight of rejection feeds on their fears.

The bills pile high, the savings grow thin,

Yet still, they hold onto dreams within.

They navigate the maze of interviews and tests,

But the door remains closed, a constant jest.

Friends offer advice, with good intentions,

But the ache of failure defies all pretensions.

The world keeps turning, but they're left behind,

In the cruel grip of fate, where hope is confined.

Amidst the trials, a glimmer of hope,

In the depths of despair, they learn to cope.

With grit and resolve, they stand tall,

Knowing one day, they'll break through the wall.

So here's to the ones who wait in the wings,

Whose stories echo in silent sufferings.

May their resilience be their guiding light,

In the journey through the darkest night.