Poetry

Wormhole Weekend (#768)

Where did the weekend go?
I’d really love to know,
I feel like I just got off work a moment ago,
How is it weekends can disappear so?
Do I leave work only to end up in a wormhole?
Sucked into the event horizon, the time it stole!
When I’ve finally emerged from its time slip,
The reality of the situation takes grip,
The weekend is now over and done,
But where was my free time and fun?
Gone before I even laid eyes,
Leaving me with disappointed sighs,
Now the sad truth simply states,
Work awaits.

Any Thoughts?

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