Over-worked

Dedicated to all workaholics.

So much time, concentrating, thinking, deciding

Making decisions, tracking tasks, all these coinciding

Every morning, waking to spend the day on the job

All of my emotions, devotions, vocations does it rob

 

Like the twisting, with huge force, of a soaked towel

Being wrung dry, each end grasped and turned, I howl

All thoughts of caring, sympathy, empathy seep awash

Like the water torn from the fabric of the wet cloth

 

The pressures and stresses of endless hours of toil

Squeeze out my higher thoughts, spilling on the soil

To be soaked, absorbed and lost, into the dry ground

Which sucks the delicate moisture of ideas that abound

 

But to sit with paper and produced something penned

Allows the twisted and tormented strands of thought to mend

Just like the towel when released from its cruel grip

There is still enough moisture, to take a quenching sip

Of the fluids that remain in the inter-woven fold

As the night comes, the thoughts begin to flow, released from their hold

 

Author's Note

A simple explanation of how I often feel

Reviews

[KAOlmsted]

Yes! Except I haven't actually had a job in over a decade, so all of that toiling business is lost on me *laugh* But I do like the idea that solace comes from writing.

Really good write; I enjoyed this a lot, thanks for the nudge in this direction ;-)

[hogan]

just had one of those, 'two weeks' had to write about it

[quinfinn]

this is the consumate rendering of a projection of part of your psyche with which many can identify. i know to expect great things from your pen and your mind, and this certainly does not fall short of those expectations. well done!

[hogan]

Thank you so much, I like your writing as well, I can identify with the thoughts expressed.

[amarlaksh]

it was not just a simple explanation, it was intrinsic to poetry. You really know how to present your thoughts in the most apt manner. Loved it keep writing

[J. Write]

Beautiful!! I felt the emotions expressed in this poem, and loved how it all came down to ease as you describe it, "But to sit with paper and produced something penned.Allows the twisted and tormented strands of thought to mend."

Brilliant Work. Write on!

[Marie]

Some people fel that writing is torture...even thouth they have to do it.
Good thoughts.
In the last line I believe yuo mean "their" instead of "there".

[hogan]

I expect I did , it was one of those days, again, thanks, will edit

[Brianaswriting]

this is like looking into my brain! Awesome!