Clouds gather without fanfare
no thunder and lightning
then skies fall apart
into little droplets
soft rains from recent pain
goes on for days
silently filling up waterways
overflowing sea walls
head bowed, shoulders hunched
an umbrella no protection against
the sadness seeping in between
cracks and crevices of the psych
mildew forms along the eaves
a hot cup of coffee barely warms the soul
steam - several more beads
along the window pane
drips melancholy into mornings
and gloomy into nights
hear the news on the radio
pull the covers over my head
hide away
when the world
falls apart.
Note: I wrote this before
I learned Steve Jobs
died today.
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