Monday Blues

I sit still… motionless, terrified
Mornings are no more mine
Memories clog the mind

Dreams haunt me
They pursue me in the sun
And go to die in the night

Destiny has shattered the faith
And killed the hope of dreams
In the broad daylight

I keep refreshing the dry cosiness,
On Facebook and Twitter
Need You Now on the repeat mode

While alone in the woods
Among the tall trees
A woodpecker sings his blues

The Woodpecker sings his blues
Pecking at the stem of life
With wry diffidence


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