Open Poetry #18 |
My Morning Routine |
Effigy Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 486disbelief |
I awoke this morning to find myself dead. It is strange how this happens to me so often. But the deadness never stays; it is always gone by the time I get out of bed. It’s too bad, I really enjoy it, death is very relaxing. So anyway off to work I go.“God” I hate my job. How I ever get stuck in such a nowhere, dead end job is beyond me… It’s not even just my job, it’s everything. My whole life is going nowhere, and I'm just along for the ride. But on certain mornings and sometimes, after I wake up dead in the mornings, I think to myself that maybe, maybe I didn’t wake up dead, maybe I woke up alive. Oh the glory! The glory of maybe being alive! Then maybe I die when I get out of my bed. Therefore this pathetic, going nowhere, job and/or existence of mine is really not real, but some kind of hell or at least a minor purgatory. That thought seems feasible. So at night when I sleep I hope to escape this place of endless stability. I hope to do something different. As I slip into yet another night of restless sleep, I often dream of waking up dead. |
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rosepetals25
since 2000-05-31
Posts 3076PA |
Effigy, It has been awhile since I seen you here. Is this a repost? Or simular to one of your other poems? I can't remember..lol.. but I like it. Your write always makes me think. And boy do I know the feeling of using sleep to escape sometimes. It's good to see you Hugs, Tara "My heart is like an open book, for the whole world to read" |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
WOW!!!! I think I would much rather wake up alive...more excitement to it...**big hugs** sometimes life seems to go no where but at other times we wish it was boring...good luck to finding the life in your mornings instead of waking up dead. Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Effigy Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 486disbelief |
This is a repost. I have not had internet access for almost 6 months. I was so happy to finaly get DSL set up I had to post something, and this was the first poem that I could find. There will be new ones to come. |
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