Monday

Monday.
For more than a moment
Misplacing motivation
In myopic misery;
Moping,
Maudlin.

Meditating,
My murky mist mellowed,
Momentarily.

Maybe if
Mindful
Of my microscopic
Mark
In this massive macrocosm
Might I find
More meaning?

(Meh)

My mind meanders.

Music’s murmured mumbling
Magnifies the missing.

Mercy?
No more!
I am merely a man,
Miserable on Monday.

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I am

I am.

You do not
Give me
Breath
Yet when
I am
With you
My chest
Fills
With life.

You do not
Make
My heart
Beat
Yet when
You speak
It pounds a march
Which I
Must follow.

You are

Not all
Yet
When you are
Here
I am more.

I am.

Without you
My heart beats
To remind me
Of each second
Since you left.

Opening a door
To pain
I let it in
I feel it
I know it
Once again.

Wishing

Some sad wishes come up short
Stuck fast upon the side;
Unrequited expectations
Hopes which now have died.

I wonder what would happen
If I helped them on their way;
Would those wishes still be wished
Or now cause bitter pain?

If wishes all were horses
Could you make them drink?
You can throw a wish in water
But you cannot make it sink.