When crying and the clouds cry
with me I feel a little better, when
teardrops falling as raindrops
appear, I feel comforted
Feeling the pain of Monday morning
on Saturday afternoon, nothing stops
me fearing the struggle and pain
contained in the work I do
Administration – keeping track of every
breath, every death, every hope and
every dream, it is like imprisoning
the spirit
Now is not the time to think on it, I am
trying to flee terror building up in me -
there is no escaping Monday
morning, all I can do is
Try to forget that it is coming, forget
myself and all my fears, relishing the
comfort of a warm blue top inherited
from Tiaan
Wearing blue pajamas in the middle
of the day, looking at my figurines -
symbolical of so many thoughts and
dreams
The thought of you and what you
would say, plaguing me - would
you, in any case, want
to be here?
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