Where I got home after long hours spent at work.
with gnawing sore back muscles and bloodshot red eyes
looking like a haggard-looking miserable soul I must have
not overly pessismistic , nor wallowing in self-pity
nor silently nursing a social anxiety disorder
but just today
all I need is a hasty meal to feed these screaming hunger pangs
a quick shower
sans the nightly prayers
then switch off the light, tuck into bed,
curl up comfortably under the old linen sheet
let sleep finds me, to soothe away the discomfort and tired nerves
and dreams, where heavenly angels beckon
tomorrow I’ll be fine again
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