Creeping Up My Blind Side Poem by shimon weinroth
Creeping Up My Blind Side
Leaning against the the wall, I watched
From the kitchen window, as the sky grew cloudy
I sighed, for the sunny days of yesterday
Yearning and moody
The radio was silent, the kettle was off,
The hum of the refrigerator, numbed and dumb
My sun won't return, urgency and thrust
Fires are out, no longer a must
Just flow and reflect,
Memories to keep and forget
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