There Was A Time When I Loved Mondays

Monday

Insanity comes back to me
when I think myself immune,
and all the damage I have done
comes back to me too soon.
Each tortured face, each shattered smile,
they haunt me all the while
for in my youth I paved the way
to walk these lonely miles...

But come the end of the day everything changes, I’m no longer the tortured soul of the day, but it’s only an illusion for come tomorrow with the rising of the sun all will be as it was...

And with the pain there’s nothing gained
except more weight to bear.
Insanity, my vanity
I wear without a care,
for ‘neath the gloom depression blooms
to grow just like a weed,
its pestilence I am convinced
I didn’t plant the seed.

Comments

[Sara]

WOW. I'm truly impressed by this. Wonderful creation.