Slow Drip Brood
Lagging the sunrise, he sizes the day
Sleep was a stranger, came deep in the night
Try though he may, he can not make a plan
His instincts tell him not all will be well
Coping, there between moping and hoping
Pouring coffee, ignoring the cough he
developed, enveloped in sweat last night
Off to the shower, he's dreading the hour,
the 405 drive, and then to arrive,
with nothing to say, in meetings all day
To make matters worse, the trip in reverse
Stare at the ceiling, devoid of feeling
Resistance, futile; existence, brutal
Six months estranged now - it's time for a change
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Lannet: 14 lines of 10 syllables like a sonnet, but internal rhymes only
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/lannet-poetic-forms
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