Thursday, January 26, 2012

Revert to refuge

Lumbering away into Thursday,
Gradually, a wee wreck I become,
Anticipation builds for the respite,
To weariness I seem to succumb.

Bubbling beneath the surface,
Is the prospect of a retreat,
A sanctuary to slink away into,
Following that, routine to repeat.

3 comments:

  1. I like the tone of this, and the prompts have been integrated pretty well.

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  2. Well put I think we all feel this way sometimes.

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