Lost The Relief Poem by Margaret Alice Second

The office building's not so bad: only two lifts
permanently out of order, one with a Chinese
soundtrack obviously unwilling to function out-
side China, also the outsourcing process run
by an ignoramus requesting IT firms to quote
for doing translations- the sun late in rising -

But being at the seaside was so much better,
reading Agatha Christie and revelling in Miss
Marple's thought processes, she never knew
a 104-year old scientist would request death
in Switzerland - or post-Lyrica patients would
lament inability to stop more victims from

Losing quality of life while suffering brain dys-
function for non-existent pain relief - I can't
breathe; sitting here or falling asleep I simply
can't breathe, fighting fatigue in this never-
ending routine of dealing with life as it is; I've
lost the relief of being able to hope & dream