Raindrops From the Inside

Ever so drowsily awakening to the seminal dark and next to last Falling leaves barely still clinging and hanging onto the winter tree I myself from here safely snuggly wedged inside Now looking outwardly have to squint in order for me to be enabled to see What lies beyond the precipitation which resembles raindrops only on the inside of my this here front lounge window Both trapping and holding me in its deathly stare and nothing gaze Instill and cause a deep and trifling malaise of discourse and certain unease That shall I without doubt have to spend the rest of the day leave me in a stricken state of mass maligned distress So i wish not never to undress or wash as godliness come forth or be summonsed next And may just well relieve me from this what fresh new hell I have or may not possess the will to carry on from