Day Dark and Drear
Dark thoughts lurk
In dim recesses of my mind
Waiting patiently
For my guard to drop
And give them access
To emotions…The color of cold,
Grey concrete and the feel
Of stainless steel.
All is dark and drear
Seems as if even the breeze
Has ominous intent
Poking and prying as if
Searching for entrance
To whisper into my mind
Poisoned prose cloaked in
Prim, innocent clothes.
Yes…Today…will be…most certainly
…A day most dark and drear…
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