A Poem About Sunday
September 15th, 2022

Sunday
I woke up Sunday
I wasn't woken up then
Sunday had no plan

The Sunday weather
Not Sunday weather at all
Grey out and inside

That day my body ached
Sunday ached as I did
My body stiffened

Afternoon arrived
Afternoon drifted away
My body relaxed

The pain was there still
The pain pulsed and waned inside
The pain remained there

The pain although there
The pain changed on the Sunday
The days end neared then

The pain of that day
Pain on Sunday was going
The day was over

I went to bed then
The bed called me on Sunday
I slept on Sunday

I slept knowing
The pain would go only for it
To come back again

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