Jobs-To-Be-Done

I hired my sadness today, a poem I wanted to write, In which I could once more showcase, the abyss I daily fight. The poem needed a subject, darkness came to my rescue, Pathos stabbed me in the belly, as if waiting on a cue. I hired my sadness today, to process and feel good, If I can make sense of my suffering, don't you think I should? When my words disfigure the page, the ink becomes less…