Monday Blues

Monday Blues

A Poem by Miss Peter

Am I the only one who knows

It's the last Monday

The tales have shown

Please let it be known

It's the last Monday


I am not able to hide the pain

My right side's stabbing the unknown

My stomach wants to let go of the emptiness

My mind wants to get rid of the pain

Two unknown dancers haunt wilderness

They choke my sanity as they burn my mind

Their cloaks catch me as I struggle and run

Let's just call it my Monday blues

Please forgive me

I'm slowly shutting down the lights

I'm trying to get the silence I cannot have

Please take the invisible stoplights away from me

My migraine is getting even worse

I wish I could sleep

I wish I could weep

I wish for the world to be silent for a day

I wish the madness would one day be at bay

They say the devil is in the details

Well the details are in my head

I try and use it on those who care

My care, intimacy and love they’ll have

For as long as I’m here

I feel punished,

Like when Abel got killed by Cain

Likewise I have an eternity of pain

An inevitability of going circles

That never can be squared

So It seems like I’m the only one who knows

It's the last Monday

My preaching to blind deaf

Will finally make it clear

It's the last Monday

For now

© 2019 Miss Peter

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Added on March 26, 2019
Last Updated on March 26, 2019
Tags: pain, migraine, end, monday blues


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