Suburban Gloom Poem by DM W

Suburban Gloom



Here amidst this deep suburban gloom,
Time moves slowly and solemnly
Along like a medieval liturgy,
It no longer moves lightly with
The blazing rhythms of the sun.
Perhaps, Time's corpse cannot be reborn.
Hence, I pray to the gods of cadence
For a marked change in the weather.

Sunday, August 16, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: boredom
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