Awakening sore and tired
makes the effort futile.
why rest a head, a mind,
a smile,
just to feel a back cricked.
Leave to work a full-time day
of sitting.
All the pressure pushing down
on every vertebral fitting,
an injury I wouldn't've picked.
Being at my desk and staring
at the bright, glowing screen,
makes me want to run and hide
and scream.
After hours, still feeling licked.
But today is before tomorrow,
so on.
The next-next day I anticipate,
not the driving in pre-dawn.
It's just that I'm an undead addict
and can't wait for that conflict.
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