monotony
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I am tired.
Niether exhausted or energized,
Just living the monotony of each day.
I am worn.
Not completely worn down,
But I am noticably faded.
I am dissatisfied.
I am definitely not depressed,
Every morning
I awake
With the
Overbearing
Sense of
Dread
That everyone
Expects
Me
To carry
Silently.
This
Education is the confirmation,
that your life after will be grand,
from learning physics to foreign language conjugations,
it leads to jobs in high demand,
many bash education and teachers,
Marks on a page;
Disjunct, incoherent
Numbing, repititive markings on page,
Two-dimensional substance of which contains no matter, no substance.
All to be labeled. All to be judged.
All this marking,
As you stare out the window
of your quickly moving train car,
the landscape, blurred, is ashen and bare,
and the pitter-patter of rain on the thin metal roof
never stops.
Her Star Wars alarm sounds at 8 AMEvery single morningAnd she struggles against her blanketsBecause she managed to wad herself upIn them again, like she does every single night
The INSOLENT hands of the clock
are shadily employed by boredom itself
Each tick is a moment spent examining the air
each tock is the scream of a perishing elf
Dormant, idle, indolent, motionless
I’ve spent my whole life being a goody-two-shoes… And for what?!
Every year, every assignment, every class, every grade
My parents demanded—it was an A that I made.
The rush of the day has come to me
Lightened finger tips as I stand under the consuming rays of the sun
Stretching my limbs back and taking it in
All of life has flooded into the etchings of my body
I awake to the sound of a blaring ring
An obscenely hideously early hour
In darkness I struggle to wake myself
I stumble to make it first to the shower
The cold water like a sudden bold of energy
