A Bit of Prose-The Working Man’s Lament

The albatross that hangs around my neck is slowly dragging me down into the darkened abyss.

The albatross that hangs around my neck forced to become a willing slave to the adornment of the albatross.

I want to wear it.
I have to wear it.
I have no choice but to wear this albatross hanging around my neck.

Constricting my voice. Incapacitating my right to have the ability to speak.
Becoming hard to speak.
Becoming harder to breathe.

Losing myself.
The albatross that hangs around my neck is slowly tightening.

My true self has faded into the darkness.
The bottomless pit of never-ending despair.

I cannot see the light at the end.
If feels as though there is no end.

The faster I fall…
The deeper I fall…
The tighter the albatross becomes

I see no escape now.
And the albatross…that fucking albatross.
Refuses to release its deaths grip.
It takes my soul.

My neck snaps.
I fall to the bottom.

This is the end.
Fade to black.