Why God why!

Ugh, those Saturday shift feels are close to suicidal.

Work tomorrow, a most hateful chore
Who knew my twenties would be such a bore
Groundhog day let's do it all again
Another pointless day passes, I'm sick of this trend

Why couldn't I have just been born rich
Wealthy and perfect not giving a s**t
To afford to learn to afford to live
Oh Lord, seriously, what I wouldn't give

Apparently I'm humble in my nine to five
This is how it's meant to be according to life
With every hour that passes, praying for a break
My horiffic smile becomes harder to fake

One day it'll be better, some day I'll be free
Free from the mind numbing blur that is me
Thus I hope the light at the end of the tunnel is soon
And not just a dark, cold, six foot hole on the moon.

Reviews

[Pete]

this is very deep and well written. most of us can relate.

couple things to think about when you're feeling that way ...

"There is no value in life except what you choose to place upon it and no happiness in any place except what you bring to it yourself."

"A journal, is a book that shall contain a record of all your joy, your ecstasy, what you are grateful for." - Thoreau

hoping for the sun to shine for you with smiles ...

[Jo Billygoat]

Thou's plee went not to deaf ear
The clock strikes midnight
All stops and disappears

You awaken to a strange locale
Sitting up you look around
What a beautiful picturesque scene

Smells, sights and sounds keep you smiling
You step out of your tree bed
The cool, damp tantalizing grass tickles your feet

Enjoying the dream, you anxiously await your awakening
Sweet little innocent naïve child
You do not know you have began your newly requested journey

Standing, waiting and enjoying the realistic thrill of it all
You pinch yourself and realize your hunger
Walking a little, you begin to notice fruit a plenty hanging abundantly from branches

Eat 'til content
No longer famished, reality or what is perceived as reality sets in
A thought smacks you asunder, "damn, I am not dreaming"

A skittish and skeptical smile visits your countenance
You suddenly sit, soon realizing a tree like chair accompanied your bum
Now longer in thought you shout out loud, "What the hell is going on"

Thunderous in sound, felt in body, mind and soul
You hear a voice say, "My child, you asked and have been given"
You are scared and oblivious

The thunder is heard anew chuckling softly
This causes for immediate reflection fore what ever reason you are now at ease
Knowing not the hours, days, months or years that passed while in thought

Time is no longer the prevailing holder of all
You stand in shock, fear, surprise, awe, concern, loneliness, and gratefulness all at once
Your being faints not able to sustain the quantity of such intense multitude sensations

You awake, again smiling
Knowing now you have nothing to want
All is provided, yet you are alone

Reflection pounds your being
In a world of all, a single tear falls
You now understand

You wanted, asked and was given your request
The struggle to have what you wanted was in hope to share
Now you have all but with no one to share

Still miserable
Though you have all
Careful you were not in what you requested

You dare not to think
Much the less to ask
Fore the unknown circumstances could be worse to ask for change, anew

[ckane]

Beautiful reply, it made me smile and see the other side.
But, the other side is something, I can only presume, I will never know the slightest touch of, which will leave me forever wanting it. We live in a world blinded by "the best life" sold through filtered images, and of course we all want a little bit, or maybe just me. But that's life.

[Planet x]

Beautiful :)

I love your words, very much

Why couldn't I have just been born rich
Wealthy and perfect not giving a s**t
To afford to learn to afford to live
Oh Lord, seriously, what I wouldn't give

[matrixmark]

I get this - I used to work in a DEJ (dead end job) but left recently - havent looked back since. I can relate to this piece it so well - the frustrations, the irrittability, the masking smile begins to slip. I feel the frustration and totally get where you're coming from. It did remind me of a time gone by.

Mark.

[Aishwarya Prem]

Totallyy relatable coz even my 20s is full of chores and bores...well written :)