the weekend has come
but all i can see
is the week ahead
right in front of me
there’s no place to go
there’s nothing to do
i’m lost in this hell
i drown in the stew
i wait for the day
when action begins
the start of the week
i can live again
i must be busy
i must be working
but on the weekend
life is so boring
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 