Over Actvity Poem by Shelley Hornsby

Thoughts, images, decisions
Planned, steps to take under
A blackened light,
Deep deep into the middle of night.
Over active mind, ticking clock,
Cycling round and round
Never to stop, chasing round
The merry go round. Eyes
Squeezed shut, blocking
The next photographic shot
Making out the moves you'll make
Tomorrow, it'll be just another day
Again. Life's cycle
Over worked and underpaid
Words not said, messages not sent.
Gratitude? What is that?
It doesn't run past your
Ears. Times past rapidly
Perhaps recognition is
A sin, a sign that the work is
Never done. Never completed
And so the rewards go unnumbered
Untouched in so many ways
Just doing it for the children
Words repeated that relentlessly
Inside a head
And so we play it out
Like a record, playing the
Steps out rigorously in our heads
Hours racing to a crack in the morning.
The split that breaks the dark
Over active brain, deadline, winning line
As you wait on platform lines.
When does it all stop.
Wait! Have I closed my eyes yet?