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
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