Meetings' Merciless March

Moaning in morning, mail's piled mountains,

Minutes swift slipping, soul's silence removed.

By beams of backlight, breathless I toiled,

Bold bosses demanding, 'Brief me by sundown!',

Cumulated chaos, colleagues clamor careless.

Halls handle heaviness, hearts hammered hollow

Tethered to time-traps, today takes its toll.

Faithless for future, follow forlorn paths.

Warn wounds of wellness, wearied world-weary,

Bound by bonds of busyness, broken once bright.