Damp world weeping

I rig a dream to fill it with all the anguish my heart has felt in a damp world always weeping. My worn coat hangs in a closet, its arms empty, like winter branches sighing, their damp world weeping. A yearning to run, an inhale of rain, I yield to a vulture of shadows weeping in damp worlds. In the silhouette, a scared animal picks its infant away in gray snow, its damp world weeping. Under the surface of water, a turtle’s shell ripples slick and obsidian, its damp world weeping. I need to touch and feel rich testaments of joy my emotions not derailed in damp worlds weeping. @jjote 090624