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The Antidote

The Antidote

Do colors have weight

Because this gray is weighing down on me

Do clouds carry freight

Rolling like trucks pulling loads too heavy

And the mist continues

Hanging like a perpetual wet blanket in the air

Looking over menus

But no one seems to be serving bright and fair

Just an oppressive weighted gray

Every Dawn like Groundhog Day

An Atmospheric loop at play

And the rain won’t go away

Crushed beneath the weight

Squeezing like an accordions last note

Alas, I fear my fate

A sun warmed beach, the only antidote