Clouds strewn haphazardly across the sky with no other
purpose than to catch my eye.
Gazing out at the deep light blue sky, misery penetrates
and splits my heart, at a loss to know the reason, can't
even find a question to ask.
Lying upon the pavement, cracked and broken from age-old
walking, settling on no thing to bring about a change in
feelings.
Not knowing, falling into bottomless pits, grasping hold
of the sides of them.
Climbing slowly out of the blackened doom, reconciled to
facts of being alone, just as clouds are strewn
haphazardly across the skies.
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