Friday, 17 January 2014

A poem a day - Day 17

So here is today's effort 


Report writing

The harsh screen blinks 
full of words conjured by my frenetic fingers,
formed within my frazzled brain.
The ache in my back is like a screaming baby
It even hurts to breathe; 
I've been sitting here for so long.
My eyes wobble, I can barely read a word.
Already 15 pages and only 3/4 done
will this report ever be complete?

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