Sunday
They call it beautiful
Sunset
Refreshing
But I'm still cold
My heart icy
Angels departed
Spirit low

To many thoughts
Deaf to my preacher
Blind to glowing faces
Sadness surrounds me
I don't wanna go home
I don't wanna leave the house
More peace in my cocoon.

Noise I hear
People dancing their sorrows away
I prefer mine stay
They somehow keep me pushing
Pushing to write more of these poems
Fill my diary with emotions
Get drunk on Fridays
And just chill away from the world.