#StoryOfMonday

Alarm rings out

Sunlight breaks

From a deepish sleep

Everyone wakes

No life, no soul

In me is found

Can barely make

Any audible sound

For I've not much to say

It's the #StoryOfMonday

Work is work

I'm a mouse on a wheel

Can't be spinning round

Need an even keel

Faces come

And faces go

But it's just the same

And all I know

Is that I no longer want to play

It's the #StoryOfMonday

So here I am

Telling you my woes

Bet you're bored

From head to toes

Of the silly hashtag

On every tweet

Listening to me

Bleat, bleat bleat

So I'll shut up, come what may

It's the #StoryOfMonday

Tides

When something interrupts

Your ebb and flow

And you're unsure

Whether to come or go

Rooted to the spot

Can't decide what's right

Should you stand your ground

Or run in flight

Doubting yourself

In every way

I saw that look

On her face today

When you're all at sea

And it's been a while

The paths to choose

Confuse, beguile

Your compass spins

Erratically

While you circle, circle

Endlessly

Spinning in the middle

In disarray

I saw that look

On his face today

It's three forty nine

No signs of dawn

With foggy head

I stretch, I yawn

My internal alarm

Too early rang

Now I'm pulled by yin

And dragged by yang

Weary, bleary

Come what may

You'll see the tired

On my face today