Sunday Entire
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


I long
For the new week
To start

So I can
Just keep on

I appriciate
The silence
I get

The darkness
That keeps on

But I'm tired
Of filing regrets
I'm tired

Yes I'm tired
Of denying outlets
I'm happy

But I'm tired
Of smiling to myself
I'm tired

I think I'll stop
Lying to myself
And try

Stop trying
To forget
And lie

In my bed
And stare at the sky
Behind the cieling

And imagine
What it is like
Just being