Monday-Mourning

i will not RISE like a monday mornin'. 

Cursing the alarm clock.
Despising the sunlight.
Loathing the blackbirds chirp. 

i will not RISE like a monday mornin'. 

Forgetting what a smile feels like.
Forgetting what thank you tastes like.  

Forgetting what happiness looks like. 

i will not RISE like a monday mornin'. 

Needing coffee to awake my spirit.
Needing a smoke to bring me a step closer to death. 

Needing propaganda to beguile my idle mind.

i will not RISE like a monday mornin'. 

Disguised in lies,
Cloaked in fear, 

Guised in pride, 

Soaked in tears.  

i will not RISE like a monday mornin'. 

Without hope. 

Without dreams. 

Without purpose. 

Without God. 

© Sulē Cerdan 2015