Days of Difference



Grey ashen sky,
no movement it seems until
rain hurls onto the window,
listening to staccato drops,
seeing them merge and run
distorting the outside,
comfortable inside,
warm, thoughtful
calm spreads, envelopes,
thoughts released,
eyes close,

but

There were days walls closed in,
thoughts travelled with me everywhere,
like automated breathing,
passive,
mechanical days of sameness,
no one any the wiser
that my skull weighed heavily
on a brain that wanted
to be empty.




Poetry by shells
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Written on 2020-09-15 at 21:35

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Night and day; nicely done.
2020-09-16


Lady Courtaire
"that my skull weighed heavily/on a brain that wanted to be/empty"

These lines will stick with me. Lovely work.
2020-09-16


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A very thoughtful work, shells. That has me thinking deeply.
Ken D
2020-09-15