Sunday blues this early morning, I hold my chest and close my eyes, wish I could escape from this war where dreams fade and silence lies The tea cools, the clock keeps tickingits hands like ghosts that never rest, In this hollow space I find myself slipping into a world that feels half-possessed The walls feel closer, the air thinner, a quiet ache I can’t ignore for all the places I’ve never been and all the things I can’t restore So here I linger, lost and fading between the should-have-beens and might, a tender heart forever waiting for Sunday’s dawn to give me light.