Morning Dread

Reflecting light burning so white breaks softly applied to gentle stop shifter is grasped and clicks into park break is released and turn off the lights ignition turned off and radio left on slump down in the seat and watching the clock seconds flow by as time flees away till I must go in for another day always the last to punch in the clock always the last to enter in sometimes the days and hours rushed by yet often still minutes drag by always the same for too many years wondering just when and how it will end last to clock out and walk away dreading again the coming day