I was crying

To put it bluntly

But the sharp stinging in my eyes

Was anger and no, I was not the least bit sad

I found myself wishing my life away

If the rain falling through sewer grates was

Rushing water city serenades

Then my head was so hot that the roads sparkled in refracted rays

Beaming ubiquitous thoughts of…

How sorry I am

© The Sad Owl

Categories: poetry Prose

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.