Angel Feathers

Return

I've watched days slipping away,
Dragged under by hungry Nessie.
Time stands paralyzed, frozen like Stonehenge—
Why am I here? Ropes hold me fast
Binding against my will.
Distraught midnight shrouds my mind;
Fleeting years wasted, clutching what I do not desire.
Shattered piggy bank forces me to wait
In a lineup of slipshod impoverished freaks
Hoping to gain survival by bargaining at the desk…
The return desk, that is.

11 lines, 70 words, free verse.
Written for "PromptMaster !" 
Task Prompt:
Use hyperbole to write a poem about a minor inconvenience. Make it an epic struggle worthy of legend.

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