My We(a)k days

Just like Wednesday
You stood amid my misery
Pending your support
Half in half out
Almost here but there
You carried with you worries of Monday
Wondering why Sunday didn't save you
Unlike Thursday you held no promise of the Friday night jabbering
Instead you around your waist wore words of destruction
Carrying your bosom was the breastplate of mockery
The full armour of ridicule laid on the tip of your lips
You dragged your feet of faith like Tuesday
Adorning your vocabulary was rhymes of disbelief
Tales of blur
That's why Saturday never came