Monday Morning Blues
So many choices, all destined to lose,
The coffee is bitter, my thoughts bruised.
The clock ticks louder than it should,
Mocking the dreams I misunderstood.
Gray sky yawns, the pavement hums,
Traffic crawls, the silence drums.
Another week, another spin,
Same old race, no way to win.
somewhere deep in sleepy eyes,
A spark still fights, a hope still tries.
Maybe not today, maybe not soon,
But even blues can change their tune.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insight
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Keep reading
More stories from Marie381Uk and writers in Poets and other communities.
Love Poem: Manifestation Mantra for the Goddess of the Love, Smiling within an Alternate Dimension of Amusement
It starts with love. . . 🌹 🌻🌹 🌻🌹 🌻🌹 🌻🌹 🌻🌹 🌻🌹 🌻🌹 🌻 Finding love after being ghosted, finding a new heart and entering a new dimension of time and space. Love is healing. Love is light. Love is awakening to a new promise of life.
By WILD WAYNE : The Dragon King6 days ago in Poets
Affection and Healing for Yourself
During the night of the last quarter moon, I gathered my ritual supplies. I carefully handled the chunk of black tourmaline that would protect me from your overall negative and narcissistic energy. I carefully walked the house with my stick of selenite in hand, asking the universe to cleanse our working space.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Verrrrrry Nice
Wow! nice and relatable poem. I loved it!