Any Given Monday

Melting Pot

Stir it in the pot:
a touch of pain, an ounce of sadness.

My days go by like hollow dreams –
One day, two day,
Wednesday.

Put it in the bowl:
A pinch of regret, a splash of shame.

Working my way through the weariness –
Three day, four day,
Friday.

Sifting through the garbage,
Milling through the wreckage,
Looking for relief.

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