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:
I like the tone of this, and the prompts have been integrated pretty well.
Very charming. I know the feeling.
Well put I think we all feel this way sometimes.
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