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The Sigh

After a drabby week of having my anxiety fried… (yay!)
Salvaging the bitter remnants of a throttling Thursday,
After being swayed by the raging intrusion of a wild Wednesday
When this choose day constantly reminded me of failed choices,
            A humble gift of barbequed scars, when I simply aimed for shining stars,
Bleeding bites beat for a mourn day/Monday
To clean the piled carcass of yesterday’s sobs
But thank God it’s Friday ,
After a tedious week of having my expectations fried… (yay!)
            Saturday, we observe the Sabbath
            Bath into oceans of despair,
            Those that a senile Sunday will attempt to repair,
            But for now

           We thank God it’s Friday.