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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
Copyright ©
Christopher Flaherty
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