A Poet's Dying Breath
Monday, June 1, 2015
The sun is shining for you,
though I am trapped in grey,
swallowed by shadows
and not enough light-
I'm sorry.
This was supposed to be something joyful,
Something thoughtful
but not depressing.
Maybe there's no joy left.
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