Bleak
No color,
no warmth from the cold weather,
no charisma,
no freshness,
no love just loneliness,
no cover from the rain,
no drain for the tub,
no food in the cupboards,
no water to drink,
no end to the war,
no cooler for the heat,
no ice to make water colder,
no rivers flowing,
no flowers growing.
All is bleak,
all is dark and crawling.
Bleak that's all.
Copyright © Amanda Shelton | Year Posted 2017
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