This is me trying

7 am, my alarm goes off. It’s Monday.
Work is a few steps away, but
It never felt further apart.
I question if it’s worth the pain, or the poem.
I drag my feet across the hall, socks on.
Sit in front of the computer, right on time.

I watch the clock carefully tiring itself out,
Taking longer each minute to find the next
Dreading the seconds between hours.
Waiting for the arrival of 5 pm,
When I no longer care about its job.

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