Unsatisfied

It's much too early.
Dawn has yet to break.
Brown eyes flutter open.
I force myself to wake.

I step into the shower.
I must begin my day.
The hot steam rises.
Sleep begins to melt away.

Grab a cup of coffee.
Soon I'm out the door.
Heading to the job,
That leaves me wanting more.

The Week Begins Anew

Time passes
Slowly but surely
Pressing ever forward.

Day seeps
Into night and
Night seeps into day.

Then you wake
On Monday morn
Realizing the weekend is gone.