Monotony

While at work tonight as I listened to some music I was overcome with the desire to take a break and write. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to concentrate if I didn't do this I acquiesced to my muse. Wow, I'm sounding pretty snotty there. Anyway, I gave in and this one came out in about five minutes after which I went back over it and added a few words here and there and this one was born. I'm sure that when Tommy gets a look at it things will change but until then this is it.I'll just go ahead and say it's not about what you probably think it is.

Monotony

You call me in again

Have me sit down

Proceed to inform me

Everything I’ve done wrong

Gritting my teeth and

Shaking my head

I wonder why this is so

Another tired day of sorrow

Complaints duly registered

Minor none major we see

Yet here we sit once again

Grownups or children

You tell me your truth

Then I’ll tell you mine

Can’t seem to do good

Always placed out of line

Days locked into blind step

They all bleed into one

Keep my head bent low

And strive to push on

Every day filled with this

No end appears in sight

How many years I’ve missed

Something better than this

Written and Published by Don Leach. May not be used without permission from the author.