Number 9

Through a whisper
the yellow Monday
promises eternity

Through its tears
the scarlet Tuesday
salutes the sunset

Through a soired
the blue Thursday
kneels on the Sunday

At the time when the troubles has settled
under your skin
into your veins
when the head bursts of love
and collapse into a swirly farewell

Waiting for the Monday again
to swallow my memoirs
of a troubled soul
which I failed to grip hard enough
on my dry chest.