On a Gloomy Day

Something's rolling in among the clouds,
And falling with the rain: a gnawing
Sense of emptiness. Has every gesture
Been for naught, each lover flattered
By the love, but disinclined to raise
Her eyes and see some worth in someone
Else? Has every poem ever written
Gone unread or been read wrong?
Is all there is to conversation seeing
To it one is heard? The gestures
Cease, their reasons gone, and
There's no sound, except the rain.
The room is dark and growing
Smaller. Something has rolled in.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-05-06 at 21:51

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