Week so Weak (blues)
By smokejack
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I tried so hard on Sunday
Attended the Church of the lost
I doubled up on my prayers
And counted up the cost
Of another wasted week
Monday came with pain
My bones ached all day
Tuesday was just the same
Wednesday I saw daylight
Got some sun in my tired eyes
I promised to be good today
But I keep telling lies
Thursday was hungover
Keeping me company
My head was full of thunder
My soul was drifting out to sea
Friday didn’t say hello to me
So I let the day just slide
I buried all my misery
Then I searched for some pride
Saturday I counted my scars
Wandering from bar to bar
I staggered through time
Wondering if my legs were mine
Which brings me back to Sunday
Where I doubled up my prayers
And tried so hard not to think
Lord knows, I can’t give up the drink.
©JMN2022
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Your poem has captured so
Your poem has captured so well so cycle of addiction. There might be a few tiny opportunities to step off the merry-go-round but you know it's going to be a very hard landing so round you go again, turning the world into an endless, sickening blur.
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