The rain has stopped
The clouds still linger
The temperature drops
But what does it hinder?
Sundays, that slow day
That both ends and begins the week
A day that i spend miserable and meek
Staring up at dark ceilings
Watching them as the paints peeling
What’s left to do, while so void of feelings
I guess it’s time too relax
For tommorrow is going to make even a bland Sunday
Sound like a good time
Bleak, but relatable. Nice job!
I really enjoyed reading this poem, great work!
Thanks.v