#worklifepoetry

[signednse]

The dusk filtered through the windows like water through fresh coffee grounds.

Strong, bitter, desired and, consuming.

Another days end.

Another battle won.

As exhaustion hugs our bones, our life calls us home for rest.

But with enough energy to wake the sun our exhaustion dances with fun until it feels alive.

Then it crawls into bed,

Simply resting its head to gain enough strength to survive,

Until it see's dusk again.