Four Grey Walls

Four grey walls and a screen constitute my world.

Four grey walls, a screen, a mouse and a keyboard.

The screen, displaying endless rows of data.

254 meaningless files, 793 nameless sheets-

Scroling, typing, moving, dragging, deleting-

Working.

Sometime, after ages of brainless scrolling, 

I find myself standing up and walking out.

My head is a blur, my thoughts are all grey.

Meaningless spreadsheets sift through my thoughts.

I shake my head, trying to dull the oncoming

Headache.

I am a writer, and I long to create

Something that will inspire and lift mankind.

Instead I go home to my box stacked with other boxes.

My four white walls and roommate's flashing screen

I sink into the couch-

Weary.

Some days I feel I don't have anything to write.

I am a writer without words;

Weary from the meaningless headache of office life,

Days pass, months move on, full of screens and walls.

Meaningless menotony, Four grey

Walls

~DaisytheDog