The Week Ends

a poem by Alex Seagrave, USA

Monday's four days from Friday
Friday’s two days away from Monday
You look like a Friday
I feel like a Monday.
Always 3 steps forward
I’m one step back
Someone help me
I’m under attack
How can we be so close
But so far away

Can’t keep up with you
My brain feels like it’s locked in a conclave
Everyone keeps on talking
But nothing ever changes
Stuck inside a dream
Hauntings, names, and faces
Can’t look into my own eyes
My demons reach for weakness
If I give into the fear
It won’t be in disguise
As happiness from me
I’m dreaming of goodnight

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