Monday BluesA Poem by Miss PeterAm 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 ‘cause 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 |