A poem for Monday

From mid 2016…blah, it’s Monday!

 

What to do when the past makes an appearance

Things thought dormant arise to remind

Trust is a luxury in this tainted world

A world I am forced to travel

 

Feeling hopeless is so easy to fall into

The world is waiting to crash down

Just a thin membrane of courage

Stopping total madness

 

I will never again fall prey to the dark

The somber feelings of dread

I feel watching me through my own eyes

People never really change I am told

 

I write a melancholy tune

To accompany my mood

Being a composer and a poet

Is a lasting and inevitable curse

 

Patrick Lee Hebert

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