why
one
one
snow flake fell
drifting
softly
past
the window
which
needed cleaning
why
one
the
answer to so much in life
is
why
why
does the grey feel drawn to me
a
silent stalker
eating
away at the edges of me
until
I question who
and
what I am
like
sun damage
invisible
at first and then
appearing
in rough and darkened patches
on
my soul
Copyright © 2018 by Eryll Oellermann
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