Miraquill
Work week
Monday, Monday
More work Monday
Tuesday, second day
Tasks on tasks, Tuesday
Wednesday, third day
When’s the weekend, Wednesday
Thursday, almost there
Trudging along, Thursday
Friday, finally
Freedom, Friday
Saturday, oh Saturday
Sleeping in, Saturday
Sunday, too damn soon
Slow down, Sunday
Work week end.
©scintillatingsolitude03
#workweek
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spalymo1002
131w
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Me on Monday... waiting for Friday to throw me a life preserver
©spalymo1002
MJM16 2 3
james_taumas
157w
Work
9 to 5 slave
Five days chain
Armoured against the mundane
Assaulted by the inane
Assembly line the rack
Big hand sluggishness traversal
Time anxious eddies
Languishing perdition
Tick tocks deafening
End of day whistles
The great escape.
©james_taumas0 0
Tick. Tock.
This has no title...almost no life.
Tick
I watch the time go and still I remain.
Tock
These colossal towers in my head are nothing more than cubicle walls.
Tick
There is no breath of dragon.
Tock.
There is no tale echoing brave dreams followed.
Tick.
There is me and there is this & that's all.
But hey, it's almost Friday....
I'm living for less than a third of my life.
©lefthandedtype7 1
I could feel my soul tarnishing.
Losing its shine as the world
Bore into me.
I could feel the hurt, the anger,
All the negativity welling up
Inside like a volcano about to
Erupt.
Through the noise, the pain,
The buzzing in my mind,
I heard you;
Reminding me that I'm better than that.
Better than the darkness encompassing
The hearts of those hurting me.
I heard you say
"Maybe your love can save
Better than your pain can harm."
You calmed my heart and now my soul
Is mine again.
©geodegypsy6 0 1
geodegypsy
218w
When they crowd you into a corner, show them how terrifying nature can be. Show them your fangs, made jagged with all the hate you've swallowed. Make them hear your roar, made silent over the years, bursting forth with fed up rage. Stare them down with that crazed look in your eye, made by them who have soured your view of what humans are. Don't let them silence you further, backing so far you turn to the dust trapped between the floorboards. Turn from flight and show them what fight looks like. Turn that corner into your foothold as you launch yourself at them; fist bloody and held aloft in triumph at the end of the day.
©geodegypsy
