Yes, Another.
It's another monday morning,
and another five-something once more.
I'm smoking in the garage.
My body fighting being sore.
And I know when you all wake...
disappointment will arise.
She's still awake and hasn't slept?!
...
Are you really that surprised?
I suppose it's hard to comprehend, or maybe,
maybe deep down you know.
But I cannot change this morning.
So... can we just take it slow?
And eventually exhaustion will pervail,
and physically, I will succumb.
My mind will stop.
My spirit tired.
Reluctantly embracing the numb.
Copyright © Amy Greaves | Year Posted 2010
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment