Flashback Friday Poetry: Weekend Joys

the weekend has come
but all i can see
is the week ahead
right in front of me

there’s no place to go
there’s nothing to do
i’m lost in this hell
i drown in the stew

i wait for the day
when action begins
the start of the week
i can live again

i must be busy
i must be working
but on the weekend
life is so boring

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

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