It did rain last night ,
But my roof doesn't have leaks.
So why do I feel dampness on my cheeks
The warmth of the bed was gone,
Cold blankets cover me.
It was a gloomy morning.
Suddenly I thought, "Will I ever be truly happy?"
I sighed in dismay.
Probably not.
Grudgingly, I step out of bed and got ready.
Wanting nothing but to be secluded in the company of myself and wallow in dismal.
Staring at the mirror,
I tried to smile.
Satisfied, I walk out the door.
It's believable this time.
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Infracto Animo
Puisia compilation of halfheartedly written poems or rambles and thoughts under dark skies.
