Remember that Monday When
Remember that Monday When
you went to work
you brushed your teeth
you wrote a note
you paid a bill
you drove your car
you ate a lunch
you combed your hair
you washed some clothes
Remember the mundane
the taken for granted moments
Remember the last time you lit a cigarette
Remember your last drink?
Now, as if you are in a jail cell
or needing a wheel chair
you live differently
in a psychiatric hospital
Remembering Mondays
while watching your own clock tick by
No routines
No moments to look forward to
Endless hours
Pacing
But you'll remember these Mondays then
for what they aren't.
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