Monday Blues Poem by Ella Rose

Misbehaving on Sundays,
and regretting on Mondays,
brings anxiety of days to come,
I'll be happy again someday.

Living for tomorrow,
stealing instead of borrow,
I thought you'd be my freedom,
now I have no relaxation with sorrow.

Condemned beyond redemption,
please discard my apprehension,
your consequences I don't need em',
I wish you'd eliminated my affection.

Sewing patches on my blanket,
cancel the receptions banquet,
just drown all my equisetum,
I knew I wouldn't make it.

The head games of fabrication,
I don't deserve your elimination,
fragmented to pieces and beaten,
lies of deceit and frustration.