a bluish gray smoke
twists and spiralsupwards
as something pounds
inside the mind
not sure what
it was that set
the storm a-ragin’
the thunder
is deafening
escaping one reign
and stepping into
another
this time on the other side
of the glass
half empty
an observer
strange day by day
trip and fall
and laugh
laughing to attain
peace of mind
watching two play
the similar game
nothing concluded
closing the doors
behind me when I leave
hope the shadows from the attic
leave as quick as they came
when the sun finally shines again. . .
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