Living Nightmare

A poem about a nightmare called life

I soar into the mighty heights
where glist'ning wings 'pon sunshine bite
with land beneath so rough and ready
This cloud supports my body steady

Now woken from my softly cloud.
By sound so wondrously deadly loud.
A foghorn from the watery deep
Awakened me from beauty sleep

The world no more a charming dream
My senses summoned, nighmare scene
A bleary morning bright and brisk
My breath about me floating crisp

I yawn I stretch and am awake
But lo behold again i'm late
I reach up to my dreary head
My body gripped in strenuous dread

Now rise as if from cannon fired
My legs my arms my lips are tired
My coffee, clothes and keys are got
And out the door like bullet shot.

A caffiene drip trailed from my shirt
My only hope to keep alert
Through screens and screens of boring words
Which plague the page in raging herds

To a messy desk I do abscond
To sup my drink and stare beyond
A gleam of hope deep in my eye
For late tonight again I'll fly