Saturday

Another Saturday morning suffocates me with its glee.

The sheets strangle my sleep,

Begging me to finally break free.

My head aches as I struggle to let light into my home.

Some try to reach me via telephone

But they know I prefer to face this alone.

Sounds fold and unfold, they knock on my bedroom door.

I land on the hardwood floor,

Hoping fate is keeping score.

There must be a way to leave these linen walls behind.

Yet, the meaning is always difficult to find,

Living in the bomb shelter of your mind.

-JW