Ephemeral Rhythms

fridays

fridays

seven in the morning as the sunlight
floods through the window's frame,
whispers of wind, each one has a name
I open my eyes, lost in thought's embrace
it's Friday again, I've no more classes to face

but still, tasks await, a mountain to climb
I'll rise and wash, sip my morning time
alone I'll be within these walls confined
a sigh escapes, feeling like I've lost my mind

the day is young yet the tiredness I feel
accustomed to solitude, a silent seal
but when Fridays come as I dwell in this space,
I always realize the value of a friend's embrace.

I can be alone yet loneliness grips tight,
a reminder that solitude equals to empty night
another sigh, seeking solace in this verse
to chase away sorrow and loneliness disperse.

drowning in tasks, I'll lose myself whole
until sleep takes me again and soothes my soul.
hoping when I wake up, solitude will ease
and being alone again won't bring me to my knees.

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[07:32am]

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