It’s Raining, It’s Pouring

Today is a dark and dreary, rainy day. It isn’t often that we get these kinds of days. Even in winter when it is cold the sun still peeks out at some point to warm us up. No chance of that today.

We talk and talk with no reprieve
Through selfishness and sighing eyes
No way to wait and hope for truth
Swimming in our blinded lies

Actions made through mirrored glass
Opinions seep from hatred pores
Swept up, held close as precious jewels
With self left only to abhor

Comfort words left dry on lips
Never to reach our ears
Things precious that should be delight
Exalt with quiet tears

Expectation as default
Die, die to another day
Reveal the moments of the real
Examine much like that of prey

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