A day in my life

Waking up as me, it seems
Is no big feat, my friend, you see
I'm not that different from the rest
Young lazy students are all over the place

But though you cant see from a day in my life
The conflict of interest, my pain and my strife
Each morning, fatigued by the workload ahead
Each evening I'm tired, but my anguish is fed

But weekends, my friends, are my time to shine
It's all about music and loving and wine
The evenings just vanish as we drink through the night
It eases my stresses, that internal fight

But Monday always shocks the system
The night out before takes its toll on my mind
I feel much more tired, yet I'm restless as well
And the box where I live seems to shrink into hell

I know you wont like it, a day in my life
But some things are needed to open your eyes
For after a day, or an hour in my life
You'll open your eyes and look forward instead
To the time when it's over, be grateful for life

 

Reviews

[C. C. Burl]

Yes, I know how days can be. I like how you felt like your life box Monday shrunk into hell. Know how that feels. Sometimes I wish I could just relive yesterday. Good poem. Flora.

Yes, I'm reviewing these because I like the 'microscopic truthfulness' in them. So much published poetry I simply don't get.