Rainy Days and Mondays
My eyes are filling with the disdain of rain,
no ease in sight for the reign of this pain-
I’ve been slain,
with an ebony stain-
(Is Monday to blame for me going insane?)
Deep inside my soul there is a resonating hole,
it aches for love to fulfill passion until its full-
Life took its toll,
happiness it stole-
(Is Monday to blame for me losing control?)
What does a day have to do with rain anyway?
it must be Sunday has found a way to betray-
The torment must stay,
unforgiveness I did portray-
(Is Monday to blame for me not being okay?)
If only I could find a combination that is right,
find eased alleviation to end this awful fight-
No end in sight,
my heart devoid of light-
(Is Monday to blame for my heart being contrite?)
When it rains for hours it kills the pretty flowers,
I am left all alone as my essence cowers-
Suffering shall devour,
I lost all my power-
(Is Monday the reason I became a great coward?)
Rainy days without rainbows know nothing of affection-
Monday must be the reason I lost my cherished connection.
Rainy Days and Mondays Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
February 19, 2018
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2018
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