I thought I’d arrived,
no more cries.
I thought I meant more,
not so much a chore.
I thought I understood,
instead I learned I’m no good;
No good at following the clues,
so that I don’t look like a fool.
Nothing good can come of this,
the feeling of what I want to do with my fists.
Nor can it take/
away my heartache.
Simply,
Monday
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