Whatever happened to Sunday?


  • Sadness

    Whatever happened to Sunday?

    Like fading memories dangling in obscurity

    I wondered 'whatever happened to Sunday?

    Oblivious to pain and surrounded by delusions of contentment

    For joy

    This day embodied my soul

    But then came Monday

    Stealing away in the night

    Bringing with it the faint taste of blood upon it's lips

    Shallow harlot of the week's beginning

    Tainted by the heartache yet to be


    Whatever happened to Sunday?

    And then without notice

    Tuesday presented itself

    And proclaimed triumphant misery

    Covered with the blood of the innocent

    Tarnished with the infidelity of Monday

    The battle ensued

    Wild dogs howled to the earth the hurt that bellowed within

    Snarling at my existence and testing my faith

    Succumbing to the inevitability that my week has just begun

    And I wondered

    Whatever happened to Sunday……….

    The day when I smiled.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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