The weather within.

by Poet on the Piano   Aug 11, 2023


It's been cloudy on my mind and in my heart and in these skies. The sun doesn't reach me the way it used to. Even when light tries to find the dark, I cower; why should I be found? But I will try, to keep my face forward as often as I can, because the alternative is drifting into oblivion.

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Written 08/08/2023

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