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Mardi, c’est triste

In search of truth,

discovered only lies

moods controlled by outside stimuli

opinions are shackles,

leaving bruised flesh.

 

Monday was much more promising

Sunday was fooled by creativity

Mardi is perplexing and sad

 

Self-esteem resting on the shoulders of others

it is a dangerous game

one moment ecstasy

and next the inevitable fall

 

why should your apathy

be met with my agony?

why is my value assigned by your insensitivity?

 

how do I overcome this red cherry funk?

 

the last remnants of a lost love,

encased by cardboard on a patio

written words,

pictures,

cards,

all of them meaningless now

 

circumstances change rapidly when you are comfortable

and when fraught with confusion they loiter lasciviously

mercredi be merciful

I need the respite

 

 

 

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