A dense cloud of anxiousness drenches my being
My vision blurs as toxic tears prevent me seeing
I want to scream, but then swallow it down
My fake facade tries to smile, but displays a frown
Why misery drags me to my knees; I just don’t know
I search for an answer, but have forgot the question
There’s many possibilities, but I’m open to suggestion
A thick mist of nervousness destroys my contrition
My brain fogs as lethal waves build my suspicion
I need to shout, but then gag on the word
My fake veneer discloses a mind, lost and absurd
Why misery drags me to the floor; I just don’t know
I trawl for an answer, but can’t recall the question
There’s many possibilities, but I’m open to suggestion
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Daggum. These words are strong. It sure feels absurd much of the time. I tend to find it's quelled by a good dose of sunshine, but I happen to live in one of the darkest places in the country come fall/wintertime.
I’m definitely not a sunshine seeker. Give me dark clouds and driving rain anytime.
There is a tree near to where I live. When it rains I go and sit under it and write.
Inspiration from precipitation!!
M
Sounds like you'd fit right in here in Whitefish, MT then! By all means, I love the rain as well, but the sunshine sure is good for the brain!
Those clouds may help you Ma5on but what you must know is that the sun is always above the clouds so you will never get away from it.
Andy
Andy, you and your life of sunshine!! lol!
Does it ever rain where you are!
Thanks for dropping in my friend,
M
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