The Escapist

He lived a life,
If you call it that,
Killing time
Working sacrificial hours
In a job
He barely tolerated.
He was married,
Though he and his wife
Seldom saw each other
And generally fought
Whenever they did.
He sought refuge
From the turmoil
Of his discontent
By burying himself
In tasks
For which
He had no passion,
Hiding from the reality
That was his life.