Monday morning,
the day most dread,
the day that nobody,
wants to get out of bed.
To drag yourself to your shop,
or office of drama,
your already thinking of Friday,
before you've tasted the starter.
All right Tuesday,
the countdown has begun,
robotically steering towards our tasks,
but we will live for the weekends,
because the weekends are fun.
The weekdays exist,
only for us to be able to survive,
ok, we do not do what we love,
but at least we are alive.
Hump day Wednesday,
the excitement prevails,
I booked my 22 days of entitled holiday,
in 6 months after visiting Rome,
I will have some interesting tales.
Half way through the week,
I can start to breathe again soon,
only two more days,
of counting the rise and fall of the moon.
Thank god its Thursday!
I'm so excited for tomorrow!
So I rush Thursday away,
because this week,
has been filled with stress and sorrow.
But, don't worry it's fine!
Only 1 more day to power through,
then I get two WHOLE days,
to do what I choose.
FRIDAY!
I do the bare minimal at work,
I HATE it here anyway,
I cannot wait to take off this unfitted shirt.
I will go straight home,
and open an ice-cold numbing drink,
and drink myself into obliviation,
until I can't think,
think about the numbness and horror of the week.
It's Saturday,
my head aches and feels numb,
I got so wasted,
I thought it would be fun.
6 months till Rome,
6 months till everything will be just right,
6 months till I can travel,
and just do what I love,
write.
Sunday,
the countdown is becoming a trend,
one day till the nightmare begins again,
one day till I begin my lifeless week,
alive, but I can barely breathe,
my 9-5,
everyday
for my 10 day vacation in Rome,
is this what living is?
YOU ARE READING
An organised mess
PoetryA poetry collection with random poetry I have written overtime, and thought i'd share. I aim to add a new poem into this collection every day, could be the occasional off day :-) hope you enjoy! **thoughts day to day, put pen to paper and let the...
