the lights go off at break of dawn
I’ll be forced out of my comfort zone
dressed to face a world I don’t like
geared to perform tasks without respite
I’ll be forced out of my comfort zone
my dreams all put out there in neon
geared to perform tasks without respite
vanished without a trace; I face day-break
my dreams all put out there in neon
promised so much in the dark night – now
vanished without a trace; I face day-break
I start the day with tonnes of regret
promised so much in the dark night – now
the lights go off at break of dawn
I start the day with tonnes of regret
dressed to face a world I don’t like

My pleasure.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Seems very acquainted story. Lol π Thanks.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Glad you could relate to it π€
LikeLiked by 1 person
Such an evocative poem Reena
LikeLiked by 1 person
Glad you liked it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
ππΌππΌππΌ
LikeLiked by 1 person