Work Cycle

And so the cycle continues,

Because I never learn.

Another plan,

Another chance,

Another project or task,

So simple and easy to follow,

Yet also so easy to forget,

So easy to fail.

The weight of expectations,

The feeling of eyes, always watching,

Continues to hang over me

And judge

Every move, every mistake,

Every frustrated defeat.

It only adds to my own judgement

Of myself, of my work.

The bed and its sheets,

Thick as blubber,

Attempts at luring me into sleep.

With a shake of the head,

The thought, like a marble,

Rolls out of my mind.

I continue to work until the darkness

And the sheet swallow me whole.

I must get drunk off this feeling.

Why else would I continue

To keep myself from production,

And then binge the night before

An assignment is due?

It's better than waiting for sleep.

And so the cycle continues,

Because I cannot learn.