Thoughtlessness

Out here in this empty place wondering 

Wether wandering was worth the effort

 as light filters through gossamer

Yet do I wonder. Why?.  Incessantly

What is the worth of all this rush?

Will this pain cease as easily as it began?

Oh I know the sun will rise again

It always has

It always does 

What's another Monday's Sunday

To a newly retired workaholic?

I smell coffee!

Reviews

[Krystal17]

This poem was very touching and thought-provoking, I liked it a lot. Your lines were great and so was your wording. You created an amazing flow and conveyed your subject really well. I loved it :)

[John]

Our here? But where is here when a working life's routine has come to an end, and you are left wondering. This is such a simple, direct, 'thoughtful' piece. A Monday's Sunday is a great phrase for a holiday that should be a work day.