Here It Comes Again

It happens once a week......

Once again,
dread emerges
from behind swollen eyelids
and within a mind
scrambling to remember
what should not be forgotten
as my stomach tightens
and knots form.

Reluctance and defiance
slow my pace
as I bargain with my fate
to find the meaning
and the purpose
of this far too familiar
routine.

It is useless to resist
a Monday morning.

After all, this day will
occur with
or without me.
But my stubbornness
will only allow disdain
as a cold sun rises
delivering the despair of knowing
I will soon be facing a world
that does not like me
very much.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

This is an incredible piece of writing ... flows so smoothly, phrases so paced:

'After all, this day will / occur with / or without me. / But my stubbornness / will only allow disdain / as a cold sun rises / delivering the despair of knowing / I will soon be facing a world / that does not like me
very much.'

Maybe because there's such solemnity in this post, I'd liken it to Kerouac's style.

When you can write like that, believe me, the world will like you, possibly admire you because of your gift with words.

[*~Kristy~*]

I loved the line:
"Once again,
dread emerges
from behind swollen eyelids"

Very nice

[Kimberly Smith]

Once again,
dread emerges
from behind swollen eyelids
really great beginning and I love this poem overrall