Strange Fall

 

 

 

Oh, it’s a strange fall,

and it sits heavy in my empty soul.

And it’s raining now,

and the rain flicks outside my window,

and a million sightless eyes blink

in a million pools of dirty water.

And my soul is full of rainwater,

and a million sightless eyes,

blinking incessantly within

the thin tissue of hope clinging

like viscera to the surface

of my fragile, empty soul.

 

I can see this is getting us absolutely nowhere.

 

 

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~ by tjeffcarey on February 3, 2012.

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