Monday feels
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1 min readMar 21, 2016
8:25 PM
Some days are Monday
long and filled with discomfort
as worries return
haunting your “weekend feels.”
Some days are lies
worn by illusion —
a better future, after the diploma,
the long hours of OT,
the never-ending strike
made by hands that never sleep.
Some days are Monday
a reunion with routine,
traffic jams,
dispassionate strolls.
Some days are nights
late- and grave-shifters
whose bloodshot eyes go drunk
with conversations brewed
and blended in foreign tongues.
8:29 PM
Some days are idle
and I fall
or I wake to find this
terrible wanting
to kiss your lips
before they turn into a ghost.