Monday morning bluesA Poem by the_stoica feeling that we all have experienced and dread like anything ..
knocking at your door are the Monday morning blues when one needs to reluctantly dig into the formal shoes and stall the dreams of going on a quaint cruise we wish to constantly hit the alarm to snooze alas there isn't such an option to choose rather one has to rack his brains and put it to usewhilst constantly bearing the brunt and abuse as the day nears an end you pick up a bottle of booze to numb your senses and soothe the indelible bruise thus keeps on moving a life that seems highly abstruse making you at times wonder - "why did all this i choose ?"
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