Chris Pearson

A Rainy Day






Gentle

Emptiness

Blows in cool

Taste of peppermint

On the silent tongue

Inner voice hums

Slick grey road

Under wet grey sky

Dark clouds swell

Drown out the sun

Behind a growing bruise

Unseen thunder

Unheard lightning

Below life swims

Exhaling ghosts

Leaden eyes under

Everything is falling

Brought down

Drained

Away

To be drank again

On another rainy day

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