Wednesday, 30 August 2017


The air is heavy; the day is humid

A light drizzle falls

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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