Monday 26 February 2018

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



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