Monday

Sobering day,
Monday.
Just another day of the week
   that weighs down like a ton
   of bricks in the winter.

It goes on and on.
Time marches into nowhere.
Inching along like an insect
   crawling in my mind
 -I feel it in my head-

Monday is filled with piles.
Piles of paper,
piles of monotony raining down
   a torrent of boredom
   that is clawing at creativity and spirit,
   fingernails on the chalkboard.
The end is not in sight.
It fades from red to black,
the Monday is white.