Industrial Poetry

To the reader,

Many a lesson learned have I,

With a heavy heart and hopeful eyes,

I declare myself allowed to cry:-

Cry I may for all the compromise.

My chosen profession has no patience,

It doesn't have either logic or sense.

Although it has taken me as a patient

I have not surrendered my essence.

Another audition failed, another test,

I have not passed and I tried,

With all my heart I tried my best

A technique overdeveloped with pride.

A promise I made to myself (and broke),

To change the way I do and think;

To become a creature more bespoke

So much so it has pushed me to the brink...

Of waste?

Or success?

You the reader, are my haste,

To attempt to impress.

And empower I endeavour to do,

Be it entertainment or truth.

The story is straight from me to you,

The payment has been my youth.

- Taya De La Cruz

20th July 2012

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