The sound of pelting rain
Pierces my subconscious mind;
I shift my body a little in bed
In my heart, protested and whined.
What time is it, I wonder?
Whatever it is, I want to sleep;
I'm tired to the bone
Over me, emotions sweep.
Monday Blues people say
For me, it's more like blue black;
I'm bruised to the core
On the verge of a panic attack.
A start of a new week
Doesn't mean I need to be happy;
With so much weighing me down
My days are just crappy.
*Photo by Elizabeth Makes Photos from Pexels
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