Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Blue Monday


Blue Monday

I sit with my drunken friends,
in a bar where the night never seems
to end,
we drink to the days of our lives,
even as another one just passes
us by,
on a blue Monday,
where everything is always grey
to me.

There is no happy hour here,
the liquor only serves to mask
the fear,
we try to hide behind our smiles,
but the safety only lasts for a
little while,
on a blue Monday,
where everything is always grey
to me.

"Elivis is alive, you know,"
I said as I looked deep into
her eyes,
her laughter tore through my soul,
but still I asked her to spend
the night,
on a blue Monday,
where everything is always grey
to me.

Paul Kimball

1 comment:

Okeanos Secretus said...

So sad yet so beautifully said...