Monday Blues to Pink

 

Monday Blues to Pink

It’s a Monday morning, feeling blue,
The clock ticks on, the day feels too soon.
I pull the blanket tight,
Hoping the world will fade from sight.

The March mid-sem break glimmers in the distance,
My mind wanders off, caught in resistance.
I dream of coloring my day gold,
But for now, the gray skies leave me cold.

I used to look forward to Mondays, so bright,
Now they drag me down, robbing my light.
Assignments stack up, the homework creeps in,
My spirit fades away, my patience gives in.

Then came the Covid-19 lockdown, my world turned pale,
From blue skies to four walls that felt like a jail.
My friends away so far, the laughter faded away,
And all I had left was the endless gray.

Stuck at home, no campus to roam,
My dreams got put on hold, I felt so alone.
I settled in, but the isolation dragged me down,
The red flags of monotony made me frown.

But now, as the days blur into one,
I look back at the fun that’s come undone.
The lecture halls, the chats in between,
The rush of the morning, so vibrant and keen.

I long for the pink of those moments so bright,
When Mondays weren’t burdens, but colors of light.
Now, with the distance, my heart starts to shift,
I miss the warmth of that campus lift.

The world outside now feels dusty and old,
Gray mornings stretch, and the days turn cold.
I wish I’d known how sweet those times could be,
When Mondays were full of color and so carefree.

Now I look back with a wistful sigh,
At rainbow days gone by, too quick to fly.
The blue skies of youth, the sunshine of hope,
I paint my Mondays with memories, just trying to cope.