The incessant yell that comes 6.30 on the dot each morning,
It's groundhog day again,
I didn't know it at the beginning,
Couldn't hear the pitch at the start,
Oh but that voice each morning screws my brain up and jump starts my heart,
I groggilly pull pillow closer,
Like it's got the power to shut the wretched-her to just shut her up,
Little did I know I'd be in the skit so I may as well raise my cup,
That it's the beginning of the end,
The voice that starts my day also stops it dead beat,
There's no need to wonder what schedule we're on next week,
This house never changes never breathes but only sticks to this same monotonous beat.
So I'll try my best to leave this place,
It's quite toxic and is short in allowing me space,
I am going to get out of here but already know I'll stay at least another year,
I can't leave without my husband who lives here,
He's been stuck in this place for 20 or so years,
I'd have killed myself if I was stuck in this place even though I know that this sounds severe,
But I've got to be able to breathe again and not be in this toxic space of mind and body control,
I can't live here till I'm sinew and old,
So it's my mission of freedom and peace I'll make this clear,
I'll try my best because I hate living here.
© Rachel L Kenny