Sick day


The gray clouds moved in

All colours fainted away

Everything now black and white, no just black


I can’t breathe can’t think

Somehow can still grasp

The true meaning of misery


I can’t smell can’t feel

Somehow can still sense

The wind of despair


A man’s cold

◄ Park bench contemplation

Selves ►


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Hannah Collins

Mon 18th Nov 2019 20:57

Brilliant !


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