Seven Days

Seven days, that's all it took

just one hundred and sixty eight hours of bad luck

on the Monday a storm cloud hung low down, deep in my throat; a rumbling, gurgling sound

smile turned to a frown, the red mist stung like a poisonous flower in the dead ground

Tuesday a thunder strike ripped my heart,shocked me to my core - tore a crooked scar

lost; a distant star flailing in space so very far

Wednesday turned the week into a battlefield, Lightning blasts like missiles crash

fought over memories, overwrought with misery as my life flashes past

Armed with the knowledge that this storm was getting worse

alarms neglected, rejected, dove deep as the waters churned, a lesson learned
 or an unleashed curse

Thursday ignored the flood warnings, banks let loose; a lake of regrets

all bets were off, the floodgates tore free, banknotes could offer no safety nets

Friday I'm drowning, under the red waters rising

I try to escape but my boat keeps capsizing

hands drag me down under the surface, like lead weights, the dead wait

congregating to seal my tomb and with it my fate

Saturday stalls the storming winds, no longer bellowing, they merely ring

just echoing distant dreams of yesterdays words, there to remind of the pain they bring

and I lay under a crimson moon, peacefully in tune with what I need to do; a walk through hell

to repair my broken shattered soul, my punctured heart and weary shell

Sunday gives a chance of hope at last, as the sun breaks fast

cracks through the darkness like a cannon blast, to give meaning to the pain amassed

the road to recovery is a long and lonely walk, a slow path to where?
that's the part we don't know

but with each step you take, a new spark glows, and inside you start to grow

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.