Sunday Morning Blue

Sitting, silently; contemplating 
the world of worry that this
slow and sombre Sunday morning 
will lead too.

Too maudlin and melancholy 
for drink or song, 
to disengaged and disinterested 
for conversation. 
Just sitting, in dread anticipation,
waiting for the wearisome world 
to unwind and engulf me.

waiting for this solemn Sunday morning 
to pass and be gone, 
to leave me here, 
replete in lassitude and lethargy.
to waive the woes and dreads
and leave peace in its stead

Deep blue Sunday Funk.

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

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