Poem ~ Drab Feelings

Poem ~ Drab Feelings

Freeform Poetry

Drab Feelings

 

Pale and grey

        Dirty and muddy 

                 This is the drab time of year

When people find themselves 

/melancholy/

             And perhaps the existential 

/dread/

Creeps in under the doorframe 

Like smoke

Like water

Isn’t it strange that the two move like each other?

Water and smoke, 

                              oceans and fires,

 rivers and flames.

This feeling in my eyelids

Behind my eyes in front of my mind

         The heavy drag of time and daylight turning into nighttime far too 

/quickly/

Long faces with pinched mouths

          Glaring in the rain

                    This is one version of 

/purgatory/

How does one escape the seasons

If the seasons never 

/change/


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