A Poem fresh from reality, you are all going to criticise it due to it’s
unconventional structure, but I am not here to score points, I do not have
literature qualifications, my field is IT. I hope I have been able to
communicate some stuff to you all, read with an open mind, and put that red
correction pen away, I am not very interested in a technical evaluation of
my poem.
That said, I would appreciate peoples opinions, I don’t want to re-write
it, or publish it, I’m just interested, anyway here it is
: )

[take a DEEP BREATH and hold before starting...]


Repetitive Weeks                         (UK English)

Repetitive weeks
the humans find
the comfort they seek
in patterns of time,
a feeling unique
when you combine,
a hundred weeks
in a straight line,

for their spreadsheets
you working time
for friends to meet
weekends defined
repetitive weeks
for the cogs to grind
five billion freaks
in this world don’t mind
repetitive weeks
to fast forward their time
to hide that they’re week.
there is nothing left to find.

nothing to seek
it’s a waste of time
it’s not unique
people combined
are individually weak

you’ve crossed the line
for their spreadsheets
you’ve lost your time
to make ends meet
you’ve been defined
as controllable and weak
your life is repetitive like a beat

you’re wasting you time because you repeat

like wallpaper made of silk.