The Irony of TimeA Poem by icelandicblueRe: Daylight Savings Time
Fatigue and ennui
those dastardly twins have sapped the very marrow from my bones. The bare trees clack in the wind as I walk by as if to wake me from this stupor that befalls me whenever the seasons change into their woolens. The blasted clock saves me no time, instead it wreaks havoc with my circadian rhythm. When I wake I do not recognize the morning sky and evening seems much too ready to jump out from the shadows. My sluggish body languishes in the time of just the other day, while my responsibilities insist that I step to this foreign schedule and I wonder why... a policy to save energy has completely zapped me of mine. © 2014 icelandicblueReviews
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17 Reviews Added on November 3, 2014 Last Updated on November 4, 2014 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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