This was a hard day
Too many hours at a job that no longer
Works for me, wearing the same clothes for
longer than i care to admit
Talking to people who haven’t a clue
Only to discover they know more
Than I do
I walked out to the ninety degree
Afternoon, exhausted and despondent
Let down from stimulates that don’t last
Caffeine
And quick thrills that I wish could
Thank you
I walked aimlessly when I should have
Gone to sleep
Looking in people’s windows
A peeping tom in a mini skirt
Looking for vicarious thrills
a family sitting down for dinner together
a mother feeding her young son
Knowing I’m on the outside
always
looking in casually
Walking
Because I’m afraid to quit
Until the exhaustion
Carries me past the pain
And I know I can sleep
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Reviews of "Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep (please God..)"
This gave me chills girl. I mean it. This is SO me. I'm always looking in from outside, don't wanna even try and GET inside because I know it will fit about as well as a Salvation Army write-off. Wow, you are so good.
Love Scada
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on June 1, 2002
I know the feeling of being on the outside. Good write about this emotion.
are you sure we're not the same person? lol
the only difference is that i love my job. it is the respite from home...ya know what i mean?
i hope things will be better for you today. i (on the otherhand) have to get my hiney in gear and go to work. have a great saturday.
love ya bunches
krissy
Reviewed by Tomas Ughdair (Reader)
Reviewed on June 1, 2002
Hi Sue,
Sounds like cry for help to me.
You need some one in your life to give it some purpose,take you out of the mundane,to a higher level.
Sharing and caring is a wonderful experience.
Caring thoughts
Morchuis
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Love Scada
very touching write!!!
2 touchin'
the only difference is that i love my job. it is the respite from home...ya know what i mean?
i hope things will be better for you today. i (on the otherhand) have to get my hiney in gear and go to work. have a great saturday.
love ya bunches
krissy
Sounds like cry for help to me.
You need some one in your life to give it some purpose,take you out of the mundane,to a higher level.
Sharing and caring is a wonderful experience.
Caring thoughts
Morchuis
Josie
Sounds like you need one.
Another of your great writes...you make it look so easy;)
Sharon;)
Just cuz...
Love and Light
dreamweaver