6 am I wake to the beat of the clock
6:30 the cold water freezes my buttock
7 am fully clothed, I eat my flakes with milk served cold
7:30 takes hold, I leave my house, remind myself to be bold
8 am till 2pm I´m imprisoned to my desk
From 2 to 3 I eat at a burlesque
Only to return to my prison till sunset
7 pm, I return home feeling somewhat unset
Then I take a seat in front of the screen
Watch some wheel of fortune and some Mr. Bean
8 pm I make myself a sandwich
45 minutes later I go to bed soundly
In my dreams I´m a globetrotter
Writting all my adventures in my jotter
Sitting peacefully ontop of a rock
6 am I wake up to the beat of the clock
A contest entry
- Desperation leaks through imaginary happiness... by Clinging-to-Life.
800 points, ended July 8, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
thoughts? is the title any good?
Comments
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I can sense the loniliness in this without doubt.
This is a different style than I am used too, but thank you for entering.
I like how you used the first line as your last. the repetition is evident and strong.
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