The wake up call is the sound of heart clattering

The breakfast is the liquid that renders one sleepless

As I sit static with stiff eyes working relentless,

The time to lunch passes without blinking.

End of the day is not when work is done,

It is when you are utterly done

I dwell in the hope of things changing for better.

Alas! Every day the makeup call is only the sound of heart breaking