Monotony

The alarm sounds and he is off

The bed springs grumble as he tumbles out

The faint patter from the shower starts and ends

Closet doors open and shut, clothes are donned

For hours, no noise; he is away again

Perhaps at that job he always complains about

Yes; in the evening he returns, tired

Ready to repeat today's events tomorrow

Years this goes on, painful monotony

Never any others in this house; no friends, no family

But one visit from an angry and disappointed mother

Who ingrains in his head that he is a failed man

The cycle goes on, always the same

Day to day, he goes away

And comes back the same man

Broken, moaning to himself about his misery

And one morning the shower is not turned on

The closet doors open but do not shut

There is the sound of rope tied up and around itself

And the cycle, finally, is broken