john o'connell - monday morning

monday morning
faces, schulptured in sunken gloom,
throng the streets
in despairing and anxious haste.
being once again, habitually,
shocked by the terror
and cruelty of reality,
as the clock starts its journey
along the rails of another week
of the same.

john o'connell

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