Monday Mourning Poem by Kevin Patrick
Monday Mourning
Monday came crawling in silent mourning
Buried beneath a sky of clay
The trees were bare as no birds stirred
in the empty church of endless Grey
The blinds are shut to hide the scars
But slithers of light still bleed through
And hang in shafts like prison bars
dancing inside my living tomb
Laying on the couch I feel embalmed
Thoughts blinking like television static
I feel the debts of all my loathing
hungry with rage of desperate panic
This Breathing has become a job
And one day I'll have the guts to quit it
The knives in the kitchen sits waiting
Cause she's the only thing worth living
I'll get up soon and prepare a face
And meet the world with surrendered grace
It's Monday morning and my days in mourning
The opening lines alone with crystalline images make a reader reach out to extend help and prevent suicide.
So well written and crafted! A great read but with a heavy heart as you go through the brilliant lines of this great poem. To my favorites.
This is a profound work, Kevin. These are words that open up an understanding, that the grey and mourning coupled with courage can breathe life into will, can make one face the day 'with surrendered grace, ' This is one of the finest modern poems.
Tragically beautiful poem from a poet who truly deserves a long and productive life. Superb vivid imagery, Kevin! Never let the Black Dog get too close that it can bite you. Take Care, Poet Friend!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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What a deeply poignant yet wonderful poem! An extraordinary vivid depiction of depression and contemplation of suicide!