I feel it again,
that lump in the throat,
that roll of tears
dry upon the cheek.
That soft dark sadness
Another weekend rolls
through my mind
that I strain to keep
a hold of myself.
And here I am,
a quick lonely drive to the office.
Come to escape myself
and get some work done
before the week rolls up on me
and takes off
in a stressfilled
rollercoaster.
And the clock
it ticks softly
in the background,
reminding me
that the night
seeps silently forward,
forward to a new week.
But what of the weekend?
What of this demon within me
gripping hard upon my spirit and soul.
Calling me to answer him, tonight,
calling me to scream out in a reply.
I guess, I have a answer for you.
At least hopefully something,
to squelch that beast
until next time.
