This Woebegone Friday Feeling
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It's Friday and I am feeling so woebegone,
I woke today full of tragic melancholy;
the day is dark with rainfall and I have withdrawn.
I just want to hide so no-one sees my beauty,
oh please no men looking with lust- women with hate;
I woke today full of tragic melancholy.
I look in the mirror trying to concentrate,
deciding to hide in my long hair all Friday;
oh please no men looking with lust- women with hate.
Hood on, I go to the store for a rose bouquet,
velvet red roses I press to my ruby lips;
deciding to hide in my long hair all Friday.
Woeful I am writing and my bleeding pen drips,
I think a poet needs a bit of sad forlorn;
velvet red roses I press to my ruby lips.
Today, poems will be born- from a soul words torn,
it's Friday and I am feeling so woebegone;
I think a poet needs a bit of sad forlorn,
the day is dark with rainfall and I have withdrawn.
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February 23, 2018
Poetry/Terzanelle/This Woebegone Friday Feeling
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9967-83-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Friday Feeling
sponsor, Silent One
Fourth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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