it rains and it rains

to kingdom come

flooding the streets

and washing the pain away

if only

for a while

my bones ache

and i feel bad

for nothing feels real

even the snails

and their tiny little deaths

crunching beneath my feet

leave me indifferent and


everything is dim

from the evening sky

to the hearts and minds

of those that silently

pass me by

and nothing touches me

for all is

sadness and


in the mirror on the wall

i try to deny the one

looking back at


for his face is not someone i recognize

but somehow

this is the man

who i am

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