Clocked Out for Good

Clock beep stops as the locker door slams under fluorescent hum. Outside the lifeless

light, I hear a distant baseline drum. Four years with the name tags

stuck to my chest. Crowded trains every morning, no time for

rest. Endless emails, fake smiles, blue light glow. Tried to climb

a ladder that'd never let me grow. Watched my spirit get drained in

the beige lit tomb. Clock on the wall felt like it countdown doom.

Boss said, "One more shift." I said, "I'm done." Left my badge

on the desk, walked out, hit run. Pulled up the group chat,