Monday
The blues, where the weaknesses starts
Trying so hard not to fall apart
Tuesday
The come down, what's the point in all this? Rage starts with a wanting to be released! not even pausing to take anything in.
Wednesday
It's a blur, stuck in the middle of gigantic black hole. For some reason there is comfort, but it's not where you belong!
Thursday
The blues look so far away, there is some warmth in a brighter day.
Friday
Then end of the cycle is near, letting go of the day so night moon will appear
Saturday
I'm lost in the hugs of love, feeling of oneness lifting me up. Wishing theses moments never to stop.
Sunday
Not even sure who I am! Elusiveness of emotions just floating around. Lost in time and space, unable to find grounding; nothing to hold on.
Let's hope the next week is a better one!
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Author:
Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I would like to say I don't have weeks like this any more but the truth is, I don't have as many weeks like this anymore.
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Forget the week, PD, just live weekend to weekend!
No way, I'll going to make every day a Saturday. Many take another 36 years 😉
Love this break-down and build-up again of what most experience some time in life.......... an honest write and a good reminder to keep on remembering the good days Dan
Thank you again my dear. They are coming faster as my not so little ones grow up 😉
They are my reminder, these thoughts are mostly because of them
May your weeks only get better and better Dan. Great poem. ; )
Thank you my friend this was in my head on a bad day and after reading yours I took it as a sign. Much appreciated!
Thank you & you're welcome Dan. ; )
May the rest of your weeks be filled with Saturdays! Fine write! Nice picture too!
Just got to keep picturing it 😉
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