Alarm clock screech
ready to bust ass
to keep the little ownership over one’s head.
Feeling trapped inside a game with unlimited play,
truth-less recognition of numb faces
found within half-frown smiles.
A heavy feeling,
as another mundane Monday beings.
Dissipating energy pulling from an empty soul,
a freeze warning effect,
no heat foretold,
driving too far a distance
feels like reverse,
only to high-tail it from work.
Back into a sanctuary
unlike the reality of the real world.
Entertainment valueless nest within a restless night’s peace,
as a weary body wrestles the mattress to sleep
from an overpriced shelter dweller;
The natural habitat of times past,
once affordable dreams
now a downsized reality,
trying to find a goodnight
in restfulness sleep.