Poisoned Well

Written by: Ally Bernales

In halls that hum with hollow sound,
Where smiles are worn, but trust is drowned,
The air is thick with silent cries,
Behind each mask, a truth denies.

The whispers twist, the fingers point,
A game of blame, a poisoned joint.
Where kindness is a fleeting breeze,
And competition claws and feeds.

The pressure builds, a weight unseen,
Invisible, yet harsh and mean.
Where praise is rare, and silence loud,
And stress becomes the only crowd.

Backed by walls that never bend,
You fight for peace, but it won’t end.
Your worth is measured by the task,
A soul weighed down by every ask.

The toxic air that fills each day,
Turns vibrant dreams to shades of gray.
But still, you stand, though burned and scarred,
Hoping for healing, yet standing guard.

The cure is found when you let go,
When you refuse to let them sow
The seeds of doubt, the seeds of fear,
And walk away from what’s not clear.

For no job is worth the toll it takes,
And no place is worth the heart it breaks.
Seek the light, and find your way,

For in the end, your soul will stay.

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