And Then I Cracked
The LCD stares back at me.
I long for home time, to be set free.
The clock on the wall
Seems to have stalled.
Lashed to my desk with headset on
The days seems one long marathon.
Like a bird in a cage
But i'm paid a wage.
Im like a parrot with a script
A bird with my feathers clipped.
Looking out on open sky’s
And wondering why, why, why.
My bills reach towards the sky
And so my life clock ticks on by
The pressures builds and then I crack
Another bloody heart attack.
bringing ever nearer the day I will die.
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2019
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