Confessions of a Good Girl: A Poetry Collection

Sunday Blues

There is another week

looming

work and people

waking in the dark

do as your told

god forbid

you break free

distraction and push through

till Friday, rest day, my day

sometimes

again and again

an infinite cycle

money 

the root of all

that spins

the gears here

they praise it

money

hail it

as if it can

conquer death