Friday, 10 September 2010

work

So now I want to close
to turn the sign
and lock the door
and sit behind the glass

days like these I'd watch
not wanting to return
Too tired to work
Like lead I sit
With all the lights turned on

My brain is moving slow
I feel it graunch
Against my mind
and tears begin to flow

I curl myself
Down on the floor
And wait to be at home

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