rainy ramshackled resentments

March 19, 2016

I sit as the raindrops are drumming

Racing along down the roof

Chasing the thoughts that keep running

Searching for viable proof

To counter the words that they'd whisper

Creeping along through your mind

Tearing out paths through the memories

Of all that you knew once as kind

You tell me of how you feel hollow,

Used up like plants now withered away

I wish that the path you could follow

Was one you discovered today

But even as I write these words out,

As hopefully as they are construed,

I know it as painfully futile

And all that you see is dark blue

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