The uninvited visitor
A creeping cloud
Oozing over
An already too-cool sun
A slow sad seduction
Of the defenseless
When mind over matter
Matters not
Smothering serenity
Squandering joy
Feasting on the panic
The dread in your head
Tolerate another day
Waiting with sour held breath
From metallic medicine
That keeps the dark dogs at bay
2 comments:
I love the last stanza--tolerate another day. How often do we feel that way? It's powerful and moving. I'm linking you at my blog!
Now THAT'S a compliment!! Thanks, doggy, I appreciate it.
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