Bad Weather

Keets
Keets
Sep 6, 2018 · 1 min read

When stuck in bad weather,

They said, it will get better.

Hopelessly carried forward by time,

Your spirit believed it was all fine.

But good weather lasted not long

Before the melancholy music turned into a song

Drowning voices of goodwill

And a growing task list to fulfil.

No place to call home

In cold discomfort you roam

Dragging a heavy heart

Weighed down by colorless art.

Once warm hearths all doused

Wide open doors all closed

With no fire to reignite

And even windows shut all too tight.

Suffocate in silence my dear

Let the dense pain sear.

The remnants that survive

Might keep your hollow self alive

Keets

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