After Work (#719)

Thoughts worse than a stray bullet,
All I can do is scream “COOL IT!”
My aches louder than pounding thunder,
An oncoming headache begins to plunder,
My energy crashes through the floor,
At home, I stumble through the door,
Almost deaf to anything asked or said,
A refuge calls- the welcoming bed.

Any Thoughts?

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