Dreary Days

These dreary days that tell a tale.

Damp as,  a kitten stuck in the rain.

Familiar as, a footstep that corrodes a foreboded path.

A sign: closed-down, living in the aftermath.


I have saturated myself with good times and bad.

Arrived, empty-handed.

Forlorn and fitful.

With only placating dampness…

To distract.

Still, the sign, closed-down…

Living in the aftermath.




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