Ironically, I had a conversation today about Mondays. I said I always believed that if you were locked in a padded room with no light and only the sound of your beating heart for months on end...you would still awake and know it was a Monday! So here's my attempt at capturing that thought in a poem.
MONDAY
I look around and up and down
into dark thoughts that keep me company
I hear faint murmurs rise and fall
but it’s only my beating heart
For what?
How long has it been
doing without the things that
make me the person I am within
So full of time and nothing else
Solitary confinement
can’t define it
Nor can my freedom someday
It must be a Monday
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© Doghaus
27 November 2017
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