Dear Sunday
a poem for the Sunday Blues. π
Dear Sunday,
where'd you find me?
I've been winding through
these lazy days;
emptiness
and nothingness
are soon (to be)
behind me...
and soon I'll break
(from this)
persistent haze.
"All or Nothing" I am not;
Dear Sunday,
I am something, even though
(I may be)
"something" tied in knots...
Oh, Sunday,
I feel blue today, but I know
I'll get through today, (and)
come Monday
I'll have risen up above
my thoughts.
*
-Gina C. π§ββοΈβ¨
ο»Ώ***
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About the Creator
Gina C.
Novelist | Architect of Worlds
Sowing stories rooted in culture, myth, & love
Busy writing my fantasy books!ππ§ββοΈπβ¨
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