The Life and Times of S

Another Rhymeless Poem

All-day training.
Again.
Restless.
Again.
Overwhelmed.
Still.
Its post-lunch.
I'm tired.
The instructor points to a slide.
I try to concentrate.
My mind races.
Back to this morning.
Filled out a form.
And signed.
Thought to myself.
I'm one of those now.
And always will be.
The instructor tells a joke.
Racist.
But funny.
My reverie is broken.
Again.
I think.
Again.
About tomorrow.
About tomorrows.
I'm still hurting.
I'm still waiting.
To exhale.

posted by S @ 5:42 PM