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Night 'Life'
The sun still rests
If only I could
There's work to be done
Will I see tomorrow break before I do?
The clock resets
If only I could
There's work to be done
Will the hour conclude before I do?
My weakened immunity
My hormones disturbed
But money makes the world go round
If only I could
There's work to be done
Will I see tomorrow break before I do?
The clock resets
If only I could
There's work to be done
Will the hour conclude before I do?
My weakened immunity
My hormones disturbed
But money makes the world go round
Published 14th Jan 2020
Author's Note
Fucking night shift fucking up my fucking hormones. I MISS THE SUN.
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15th Jan 2020 8:20am
Ah, this is so relatable. At my last job I had to work nights a lot, indoors. The thing is, before that, I was a groundskeeper, and was outside almost all of the time, working days. It was definitely a major life adjustment. It goes against the natural sleep cycle.
Anyway, great writing, Benzy. I feel your pain!
Anyway, great writing, Benzy. I feel your pain!
15th Jan 2020 8:30am
Certainly an adjustment my body and mind would prefer avoiding. But all is a motif for art, for all there is, is art.
Thanks, feels good to be understood
Thanks, feels good to be understood
15th Jan 2020 8:55am
My pleasure, Benzy. It is indeed a great thing!
If you get a chance, let me know what you think of my latest poem :)
If you get a chance, let me know what you think of my latest poem :)
