Gray

Another day of rain and vague misgivings
About everything. I haven't heard from J
In days. She's in the working world now,
Absorbed, as I had feared she'd be, in
Tasks which are unknown to me, pursued
To reach uncertain ends. I've ceased to be
Of much concern, so I do what I can
To, likewise, work and put her out of mind.
Alas, I am not good at working now, nor
Have I ever been. I sit. I write. When it
Gets late, I drink. I watch the constant rain,
Surrendering to vague misgivings about
Everything.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-05-08 at 15:06

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