I can’t sleep because I’m stressed
My mind won’t slow at night
Work tension keeps me pressed
I’m tired before daylight
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I’m in my bedroom still
This is where I try to rest
I take another pill
My nerves won’t let me settle yet
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I toss and turn again
Too much running through my head
The stress from work is constant
And fills my nights with dread
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The alarm clock rings on time
It’s 7 AM once more
No rest, no peace of mind
I’m exhausted to the core
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Still, I get up out of bed
I brush my teeth and comb my hair
Again I face the day ahead
To battle that grind of daily despair
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This is my entry for the Say It Plainly challenge. This was tough for me because I am one of those poets who loves to use metaphor, symbolism, and poetic color and musicality.
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With Love, RHC ❤️
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Rick Henry Christopher
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Really relate to this my friend. I wish this got a top story as it is so well done
Stripped it down to the essence nicely, Rick!
This hits hard in a very real! This is literally adult life —that feeling when your alarm goes off and you just stare at the ceiling like “bro I just closed my eyes???” 😭 And somehow we still get up. Kinda wild how surviving the workday becomes the main quest sometimes.
I wrote a few, then forgot about the symbolism and such, had to remove them, So I get it. How are you really. I read the poem feeling the restraint you had to use for such a truthful admitting. It must be double hard with all thats going on externally as well. Be well my friend, try the military style of calming yourself from your feet, relaxing your body gradually while tuning out the world. Hugs and prayers.
Nice job, Rick. Guess what? Your poem describes the day for many workers, but also for retired people. The mind won't shut off…and we feel we MUST get up and do something productive (write or read on Vocal? LOL).
I know what you mean. It's hard to just "say it plainly!" I'm back to work tomorrow after spring break. The last quarter is always the most difficult, so I can relate to this. 💜
Nicely done, RHC! Refraining from metaphors was tough for me too. :) Congrats on your 'Haiku of Now' challenge placement as well. 🥳 I really enjoyed it!
You've really captured that exhausting feeling of the daily grind here 😴
This was so raw and direct. Hope things get better for you. Loved your poem!
😉❤️Great Job Rick!
This was absolutely wonderful.
Why you have to ignite my Sunday scaries Rick