Poem a Day, Day 6

OK, I fell a couple of days behind, but the following poem should help explain why. The challenge was to write about your day...

Dreading work, I awake
eyelids feeling like lead sheets
Superman could not penetrate

How much longer can I
sacrifice my creativity
to a graveyard shift without reward?

Kiss the family goodbye
everything feels sepia
like I won't be returning

Work proceeds apace
nothing new
nothing exciting

Boss still disappointed
wants even more hours,
but he's leaving early

How much longer can I
sacrifice my creativity
in order to be a cog?

Exhausted, arrive home
family out of focus,
going to the doctor

prescriptions in hand,
we'll all be ok
if I can just get some sleep...

How long can I
sacrifice my creativity
before I'm intolerable?

Try to write a
worthy poem
not today, brain still fuzzy

Not only am I in a job I hate
Not only do I make my family wait
But I myself I cannot tolerate

How much longer can I
sacrifice my creativity...

When can I again
be me?

-Justin M. Howe
04/08/08