The chilling spray
that falls today
from skies as gray
as thoughts that prey
on my naked mind
will inundate
and saturate
exacerbate
the soggy fate
to which I’m resigned
and though wetter
this fluid fetter
feels much better
with each letter
I’ve wimpily whined.
Are You Reading Me?
Now you've brought to mind the old song "It's raining in my heart" :(
ReplyDeleteneat! I get a falling feeling reading this.
ReplyDeletesounds like some rainy day blues
ReplyDeletehaha this is an old one which I have now finished hopefully with less of a dour note ;)
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