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Currently – Nine to Five is Crushing my Soul

1.

Blaring sound, repeats
Eyes fly open, reluctantly drawn to light

At dawn I scream something unspoken
Something formless
Pulled from comfort and into motion

Now my day has begun to tick
Like a bomb
A little TNT wired to the jaws

Teeth clench in hot water
Hair streaming like the wind
Frustration, useless fists of my hands

Drained of all action
Too distraught for words

I do not want to claw through the day

Obligations compel feet forward
A loaded handgun to the temple

Forcing me, goading me

Soon schedule pushes feet into boots
I wait, clock slides downhill, gaining speed

Drained, dead, asleep, unkempt
Stumbling out the door

Now unsheltered, I long to hide
In caves where darkness lives
Without the hum of living machines
Without glass windows for sun

Nine to five is crushing my soul

Creativity is dead

While striving for corporation cares, ideals,
time frames, goals, pay scales

Nine to five is the antithesis of living

A patient dying on the operating room table
soul flat-lining, while the body subsists,

Plowing ahead through meaningless dross
Habits, customs, piles of paper, moving
Striving for salary, paid vacation, benefits

Expectations chain me to my chair
Hand clawing at the mouse
Unhappily married to my computer, no divorce in sight

Emails slice through cyber space, bold, begging for attention
Strangle me, stifle me, cold, alone, unfeeling

Nine to five pounds my brain to mush,

An automaton, robot, machine
Sludgery, drudgery, brainless, without care

End of day
Nine to five tears, my face all wet, eyes blurry, head aches
Traffic stress, apply the brakes with force
Music bludgeons my depression into a monster

Every day, all my life spent
Cheap for cash, like a prostitute without the sex

2.

I want warm, real life, love, hate, anger,
Infatuation, safety, adventure, gardening?

I want to break free, burst free….kaboom
Like a fire cracker

I’m ready to be liberated, gratis
From scheduled monotony, from the day to day,

Untie me, channel me, taste me, touch me
Time for pen to meet paper in a sweet kiss,

Outpouring, pour my emotions,
raised with rough edges, textured
My being, me, say something, be something,
know something, Anything.
Write something, fingers flying,
Release my heart, words, language, free flow, flowing,

Live life, live real life

Escape nine to five
Escape paid drudgery

3.

Brought back to truth, depression, desperation
Day dreams murdered by nine to five

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About Victoria Sawyer (282 Articles)
Victoria Sawyer is a blogger, author, aspiring graphic designer, social media enthusiast and mental health advocate. Shocking, honest, sarcastic and humorous, Victoria aims to make readers feel tangible emotions and physical sensations through writing that brings you into the mind and body of someone suffering from panic attacks, anxiety and this strange often darkly hilarious thing we call life. She published her novel Angst in 2013, which realistically and often graphically depicts life with mental illness. Along with crazy blogging, Victoria enjoys reading historical novels, playing with her naughty cats, engaging in rants and metaphysical existential meltdowns and using punctuation to excess in everything she writes.

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