Monday To Friday Blues Poem by Thato Maluleka

Feelings of despair blind those that already see in colors black and white, eyes a gift in yours and my life. Life an experience sometimes like Hard hitting beats and many a time like subtle melodies, at a time when memories existed literally.

But now exists figuratively like fantasies, dreams never to become reality, a thing of the future it will never be, cuz experience has taught me many of life’s cruel lessons you see.

I go to war with my thoughts constantly on a daily bases trying to fight these demons that govern my whole being it takes me places, places where only darkness exists,20 thousand feet underneath please, I say please, but still I seem never to be at ease.

wake me up from this dream, Wake me, so I can peacefully be, be like any other human being, dream of better things, inhale the scent that covers the winds, gaze at trees swaying as thought they were speaking to me saying…. Hang in there your day is coming, coming soon, on a half moon, I’ll send you clues, forget about those Monday to Friday blues, let’s call it truce, so you, you my dearest can become, become a better you….