- Non-Erotic Poetry
- my week
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I cried on a Monday
My days seem pointless,
It just wasn’t my day
My stride was listless.
I cried on a Tuesday
My weeks didn’t look good,
It just wasn’t my day
Wanted to stay under the hood.
I cried on a Wednesday
My months were desolate,
It just wasn’t my day
Wished I was there late.
I cried on a Thursday
My years haven’t been great,
It just wasn’t my day
‘av had too much on plate.
I cried on a Friday
My youth hasn’t been fun,
It just wasn’t my day
Sunk opportunities, didn’t learn.
I cried on a Saturday
My childhood was lost,
It just wasn’t my day
Dunno what I miss most.
I cried on a Sunday
My life has gone waste,
It just wasn’t my day
Pray god, wipe me post-haste.
- COMMENTS
Devilbobyabout 1 year agoThat is so sad and poignant .if that is how you really felt at that I hope things have got better .
MsNatalie99over 3 years agoPowerful and heartbreaking. You wonderfully described the daily battle with depression in a smooth elegant rhythm. Thanks for sharing, you are beautiful.
