I awaken again, to the alarm bell ringing,
hit snooze just one more time.
Then close my eyes, let go once more,
giving in to sleep sublime.
Seven more minutes is never enough,
though my heart believed the lie.
So, I wrestle free from my blanket cocoon,
night still heavy in my eyes.
Late once more, I rush through the house,
my mornings are not but a blur.
As I shovel my breakfast, throw on my coat,
grab my coffee, and give it a stir.
I drive off to work, with the rest of the drones,
making profits for those who don’t care.
They vacation far from their grand estate,
yet think what we’re given is fair.
My lunchtime’s skipped for production’s sake,
the company over my needs.
In exchange for providing stability,
they now expect me to bleed.
I’m home at last, my day is done,
my time is finally mine.
But I’m too tired, for anything much,
I’ll be sleeping well before nine.
As I tuck the kids in bed for the night,
I really don’t have the heart,
to tell them that they’re growing up,
as our country is falling apart.
~ elr
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You followed me on Bluesky, which gave me the opportunity to meet you here. I’m so glad you did and I love your poem.
You also did a great job picking the font for your signature, the way the characters balance each other. I notice little things like that.