Thursday Again
That old familiar rumble once again has begun
Weekend pulling closer no matter how hard I push
Breathe in… breathe out; stomach burns like the sun
Mom and Dad gearing up for one more bruising run
Trusted closet stands ready for my weekend escape
Ears filled with cotton only muffle the hate
My spirit impaled on the thorns of their pain
Breathe in… breathe out; it’s Thursday again
Based loosely and somewhat darkly on the Figurative Artiste Stephanie Deshpande painting "waiting"
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