Monotony

Every morning

I get up and sigh:

it’s another day.

I’m going crazy.

Every evening

I start to choke up

with tears in my eyes,

hoping for relief.

Every Monday

I feel lethargic;

Through the week I try

to give of my best.

Every Sunday

I feel so much dread;

it’ll all start again

when the night is through.

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