equilibrium

Upon waking,

His head is an empty vessel

To be speedily fed awareness and thought

Before he must leave for work.

A coffee will facilitate this.

The heavy ache of withdrawal is softened with acetaminophen

Then a second coffee achieves a semblance of equilibrium.

At work,

His focus is to tread unscathed through this day.

His selective ignorance shields him

From the second thought one had

When one surrenders a sacrifice

And one's martyrdom as well.

Tonight,

There are several intended beers

Awaiting him at the pub

To wash away the grit of the day

And to soak his mind in brine.

He will drive home with his senses turned away

From his natural state of pain.

Reviews

[Angelic Surrender]

Good poem. It's sad how many people are like this...