Melancholy Man
He stood in the rain,
The umbrella saving him from the clouds' grief,
His wife long gone,
To the land above,
His daughter far away,
With her husband, her love,
Their small children running a muck,
Searching for a treasure trove,
He walks back to his apartment,
Small and compact,
His words few,
The rain harsh,
He eats his food,
Reads the paper,
Drinks his coffee straight black with a little sugar,
Before he starts his way, And his Melancholy day again.
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Into The Abstract
PoetryPoetry and thoughts that have plagued my mind. Not all of it was saved, but some of it was, so here it is lovelies.
