Monday Blues

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Today’s Sky seems somehow higher

somehow further

out of reach

 

And that mood of muted morning

settles on your shoulders

hundred tonnes each

 

Words are bared behind the bars

of until now hidden and

unspoken aches

 

You’ve lost your power of speech

the rhythm of life

only the ice of time breaks

 

Today I witness that the colour of grey

is not just of one kind

but in bundles of shades you cannot count

 

So I ask the darkest one of them all

to shield me

and let the stillness of present mount

 

Today’s Sky is somehow different

to the one

I wish to see, hold, hug and touch

 

I’ll wait till the Monday blues

passes me by

lets me breath, releases its brutal clutch

 

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