i miss long summer nightsMature

I miss long summer nights not weighed down
with the ever-present knowledge that I would be
yanked violently out of sleep by my alarm,
wailing at me to begin the new day, to go to work
and lose myself for a paycheck before I am permitted
to breathe again.  I miss breathing openly, I miss
being able to hold my breath when I wanted to
instead of having it evacuate my lungs in terror
as the tocsin that dictates my life reminds me,
once again, of the peasant I am.

The End

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