Poetic Asides ten lines or less

Getting Myself Going

The timer shrieks with a shrill beep

Announcing that it’s time to write.

It’s set again. I write till ten,

And now the screen’s no longer white.

The timer shrieks with a shrill beep

Announcing that it’s time to clean.

I clean a bunch, then time for lunch.

Sometimes I feel like a machine.

The timer shrieks with a shrill beep.

A few more rounds, then time to sleep.