– mondays –

lying here,
thinking of things,
remembering nights,
and days,
when i was safe,

i’ve cast myself adrift,
in a boat without any oars,
nor rudder,
so where do i go now?

it’s easy to lie here,
not do a thing,
but i know it’s false,
this sense of security,
time to get up,

and face the day,

and all of it’s horrors.

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