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Saturday Saturday Saturday was a bad day. It was a very bad day. I wish it wasn’t! I was moaning all day. The pain was excruciating! Why should I live like this? What kind of prison is this? How come people are not running away? Escape, damn it! Escape! Sunday afternoon came. It was a very bad day. Bad news, lots of death. The pain was too much! Monday night came. It was a bad night. No moon, no sound Not from living, not from dead! Tuesday came. Tuesdays are always bad. Nothing! Nothing! Wednesday came, and everybody was tired. Thursday came, and everybody was in pain. Today is Friday! Thank God today is Friday. Tomorrow, I will escape. 2/2016 Haloo

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Kai Michael Neumann

Date: 9/28/2016 1:52:00 AM

Live for the day Haloo. Well written. Many wishes, Kai

Pashang Salehi
Date: 9/28/2016 3:35:00 AM

Thanks Kai...

Timothy Hicks

Date: 3/6/2016 6:14:00 PM

This sounds like a horrible week ... very unusual poem, with little hope in sight. I hope you can escape from the routine ...

Pashang Salehi
Date: 4/22/2016 1:41:00 AM

Thanks Tim, You're right, I don't usually write free verse. Getting old has these kind of weeks....

Ovidiu Bocsa

Date: 2/13/2016 10:50:00 AM

Congrat.It reminds me of The Night of Tuesday towards Friday and of course Long Day Journey in the Night. Well, the poem is round and well done, a little too pessimistic perhaps.Keep your face in the sunshine and forget the shadows.

Pashang Salehi
Date: 2/17/2016 11:44:00 PM

Thanks Ovidiu... Somebody called this the diary of sorrow and I called it the week of pain. sunshine and shadows are the cause and effect...Unfortunately, physical pain is a big part of my life, but we keep playing... so play well my friend and thank you reading my diary of ....

Eve Roper

Date: 2/9/2016 4:07:00 PM

Interesting write, Pashang, diary of sorrow. People around us sometimes gives us the need to run and hide. Hugs Eve

Pashang Salehi
Date: 2/9/2016 5:11:00 PM

My dear Eve, please do not hide, I have a hard time finding myself. The diary of sorrow was the week of pain! Pashang

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/9/2016 3:48:00 PM

this is really different and I really liked reading it!!! Why Haloo at the end of your poetry titles? (thanks for asking me if I was Persian. I have no mideastern blood in me but it was cool to think someone wrote like a Persian)

Pashang Salehi
Date: 2/9/2016 5:06:00 PM

Hi Andrea,Persia,was the birth place of civilization and Ghazal. You wrote such a beautiful and correct Ghazal . Only Persians are expert in Ghazal!! So, I assumed that you are Persian. By the way, We are all African (australopithecus africanus)! If we are out of Africa, then we are all Persians. About Haloo (my nickname) In Persian, it means Naive, innocent, simple, stupid..Cheers

Victoria Georgieva

Date: 2/9/2016 4:13:00 AM

Interesting poem, Pashang, very well:))

Pashang Salehi
Date: 2/9/2016 5:07:00 PM

Thanks...All my poems are interesting!!! Thank you for noticing. Cheers..