A Poem About Sunday

Sunday I woke up Sunday I wasn't woken up then Sunday had no plan

The Sunday weather Not Sunday weather at all Grey out and inside

That day my body ached Sunday ached as I did My body stiffened

Afternoon arrived Afternoon drifted away My body relaxed

The pain was there still The pain pulsed and waned inside The pain remained there

The pain although there The pain changed on the Sunday The days end neared then

The pain of that day Pain on Sunday was going The day was over

I went to bed then The bed called me on Sunday I slept on Sunday

I slept knowing The pain would go only for it
To come back again