Thunder jolts me awake
5am
Blurry vision clears to reveal
Monday
Workday
Weekend's end
Reality kicks in
Showered and dressed
Hair a mess
I don't wanna go!
My inner child groans
As I slip into my mask
Raindrops plunder mercilessly
Please God
Let a tree
Be struck down
In front of me
Dragging feet
Life's too sweet
To be spent slaving for a 9 to 5
Staring at this computer screen
Meetings, deadlines
Trying not to scream
Feeling completely confined
Escaping only in my mind
But they want ownership there too
Let me be free
of this misery
I write and
I pray
But still comes
Monday
2003
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem