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A sunny day in May
A warm sunny day in May
brings what, exactly, my way?
Longer blue skies to ponder....
the clouds that won’t go away.
Heat ray's burn my optimism,
flame my apathy from their prism.
Lethargy engulfs, light comes in,
blinding my mind’s vision .
Who needs walks in the park,
Summer BBQ's, sounds of larks?
Laughter, childish screams and play,
when I can… just stay in the dark.
In the cesspit that’s my bed,
it seems I choose a comforting dread.
An empty numb inertia bubbles
from a scorching hell in my head.
brings what, exactly, my way?
Longer blue skies to ponder....
the clouds that won’t go away.
Heat ray's burn my optimism,
flame my apathy from their prism.
Lethargy engulfs, light comes in,
blinding my mind’s vision .
Who needs walks in the park,
Summer BBQ's, sounds of larks?
Laughter, childish screams and play,
when I can… just stay in the dark.
In the cesspit that’s my bed,
it seems I choose a comforting dread.
An empty numb inertia bubbles
from a scorching hell in my head.
Published 29th Jun 2014
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Anonymous
29th Jun 2014 3:57pm
Superb writing, well constructed rhyming & full of pessimism about what we perceive to be life's joys.
