The air is heavy; the day is humid
The leaves gently tremble
The sky is gray
The clouds are dark and in a
hurry
In my mind
Thoughts are scarce
But a heavy feeling grows in the chest
A distant sting
A prod within
A writhe in the gut
A non-corporeal ache
An unexplainable sense of sinking!
As I sit here and watch the clouds of nameless feelings pass by!
I gently hope for a sunny day!
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