The End Of The Day

Rating: 5.0

Darkness covers outside
but I'm not done
with the day yet.
Like an unlit candle
it sits in my mind
it's sense of being
not fulfilled, not defined.

Rain starts outside
emancipated drops
hit the windowpane
become captives of the glass
and are hesitantly pulled down
to be embraced by the ground.

Like a sheet of glass
on the pane of my day
fatigue captures my thoughts.
They slide along
it's oily surface reluctantly
unable to break free
I guess the day
is done with me.

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