A storm that abides,
a thought that lingers:
a tear that stays stuck:
an emotion that is imprinted
in the mind –
a feeling that won’t leave
even if you will leave me
behind.
Oh dreary day, like the pouring
rain outside, with thunder
and lightening, giving away
the sense of grief
I feel – my woe is like the:
misty sky,
torrential hammering of wetness
glues to concrete gray
as a gray bird sits
and perches on the edge,
with a message…
… a message, where sorrow abides
and happiness lingers,
“It will work”
be patient
for the dreary weather of ours
won’t last forever.
