On a Close and Cloudy Wednesday Morning in October
The clouds are grey. It’s been that way
Since every day forever.
The cheerful sun has gone and run.
Left everyone wherever.
The sky sags down, touches the ground,
A sullen crown that never
Shines with glory, nor shares a story
Laudatory. Can displeasure
Of leaden days, and shared malaise
Merge all our ways together?
I’m in a mood today. Really, though, I’ve been in a mood for a couple of days. Not sure why I’m here nor when I’ll be out of it but I’m trying not to be horrible and unpleasant because my mood is no excuse to make others miserable too. On the good side, crappy poetry is a pretty easy way to dump a bad mood without dumping it on anyone in particular.
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