Anvil Overhead

An anvil hangs above my head Life trudges on in silent dread Watching waiting for the drop Another day it doesn’t stop In restless flux I float unknowing Another dawn the coffee’s flowing Aroma thick thoughts start to stall Waking slowly but no rest at all An anvil swings with quiet might Still no relief no end in sight Same routine a looping thread Each thought heavy in my head Coffee brews the mind delays Trapped inside a familiar haze Is this just a bad day’s theme A nightmare stretched from a dream Or is it simply will reprised Endurance cloaked in thin disguise