'Monitor'y Concerns

How my eyes burn!!
Wish I could use them
turn by turn.

Staring so long,
is it a life gone wrong?
It stares back!
With a smirk, it says
“Whatever you do, you lose this race”

Day in and day out
I come back to this hideout.
I don’t have a choice.
I may get paid but
I don’t have a voice.

From the time I wake up
till the time I collapse.
There is nothing humane
it’s all a digital mishap.

Somehow I reconcile,
drop ideas of exile.
I get cheerful again
thinking my worries were in vain,

I come back to my ‘work’,
but know there will be no succour
as I sit down resigned
and switch on the Monitor.