A haiku a day...

Friday
Jazz singer lady,
climbs tables, curls up small: love,
pain - she sings it all.

Saturday
Amidst all the noise,
we hold hands in the darkness,
awaiting our dreams.

Sunday
Dark hours of night
linger all day, fairy lights
are happy relief.

Monday
Paper everywhere,
notes typed neatly/scrawled madly,
debris of my mind.

Tuesday
Suddenly darkness,
clouds converge, exposed to the
elements I melt.

Wednesday
Black bile gurgles up
meets the dark cloud; a haze forms,
I cower inside.

Thursday
Windows fog over,
condensation fills this house,
like a dark, damp cave.

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