Gloom
Olden wordsmiths surely got it right,
one syllable to express the pain,
foggy heaviness clenching lungs,
razor-sharp edge gutting cleanly,
spear point piercing leaden heart,
weary shoulders, arms drooping
and all because of sudden rejection.
Copyright © Jim Tidd | Year Posted 2014
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