The hounds from work wait.

The hounds from work wait.

One could not face the day;

the twists, the frowns, the anger

placed upon thee.

I pulled up the cover

sheltering my thoughts,

the outside world

peering into mine.

Like  I was some

life exhibit, caged.

They, waiting to pounce

upon my release.

I was controlled

into thinking, believing

freedom. No I was....

a prisoner

of my own choice. 

Reviews

[charlie]

“How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, s**t, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?”

― Charles Bukowski, Factotum

[andrew mitchell]

That's about it Charles after the bills and mortgage lol thanks for dropping by