Infectious Sunday

A favourite it was to wake upon, the last of week, at least for some Until infection came its way, contaminating its sunny rays Sneaked up like a germ untamed, spreading through my blue Monday What has changed, why did it alter? a day that I should rest and linger The mornings that were once so free, Is filled with vacant tranquillity Consistency, this gloom and pain The sun has been replaced with rain It used to be the Monday slump, by Tuesday I would hit the bump Wednesday recover, Thursday bliss, dissipating weekly mist Friday surged a newfound might Saturday ignited Sundays light The light grows fainter, whilst sound increase Transmitting waves of darken breeze Stalking me, the calendar prey Two days down then Saturday