What do you think this poem is about?

What a day.

Twelve hour shift,
Evening plans shelved,
Relationship drift
and happiness halved.

Sitting here tonight wondering,
what am I doing wrong.
Every day i try even harder
yet my energy is just petering

Where am I now?
I search every corner of my life,
I wear a crease in my brow
trying to escape this strife.

I need to escape.

Submitted: Monday, July 13, 2009


Comments about this poem (What a day. by Jono Plunkett )

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  • Danny H (7/13/2009 6:28:00 PM)

    Very short, but explains a day of pain with nothing to gain
    and curiosity in trying to figure out your disaray:
    I liked it

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