Half-past six in the evening
Alone, inside the Ferris wheel, I can feel it swinging
I scan the 360 degrees scenic view wondering,
Night in Skyranch is beautiful when you see the lightings.
I am pondering that being here and home brought the same pain.
That Sunday blues will drive me insane,
A never-ending game runs in my brain.
Yet this place helps me to think so in my heart this will remain.
Grandma says, "Find your why, don't ask me why.
Do not let monsters in your mind become your I!"
So, I contemplate what's in my 'why'
About my dark thoughts? I should say goodbye.
Upon reaching the ground, I leave with grace
Pretending there's no mark of tears left on my face
Hoping that sadness can easily erase
But one thing is for sure, Skyranch is my place.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Sunday Night Blues
PoesiaYou don't know what you're going to do when Sunday blues attack you. But sometimes, all we need is a safe space without the toxic environment we live in.
