Five soul sucking days of files,
The brutality of repetition.
Late nights, red eyed and weary.
I must keep the house of cards up.
I am successful, respected, a golden boy.
They don't know each morning is its own hell.
Praying, vowing never to do it again.
Yet five o'clock comes serpentlike.
Tempting, the burn starts up again,
And I am off on another flight to hell.
They'd cart me off to a cool, quiet place.
If only they knew. God, if only they knew.
The weekend at last! Now I can get down to business.
Pull the shades, lock the door. Hello paranoia! Hey voices!
Haven't saw you in a couple of days, welcome back!
I brought the vodka, let's pass the time together.
Until this thing starts again on Monday.
Author notes
A little poem to remind myself of what life used to be like, and could be again if I'm not careful.
A contest entry
- ♥[Addiction]♥ What sucks you in? by Salt Therapy.
450 points, ended July 30, 2007, 18 entries
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Damn, this is really good. It has everything in it I wanted to see. Great poem, I thank you for entering my contest. Good luck!! ~ Kerri
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