Wednesday's child

I am a Wednesday's
child
with chestfuls of rue
and heartbeats so sad

painful tears
have streamed too oft
through the fibres
of my pillow

full of woe
have I dreamed so much
of being born
on an other day
Monday
Tuesday
Friday
or perhaps
the Sabbath day

O, woe is me!
now all I dream
is that of being dead

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Poetry by TomitaRiddle
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Written on 2012-05-14 at 19:27

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