Solitude...

touched by

lassitude

...mind

gone drifting

far away

caught up in

a distant day

inky brooding

foreboding sky

living silence

stifled sigh

sandbags grey

in humid night

waiting for

revealing light

finally there's the

welcome dawn

another night

lived and gone

better yet

you also know

there's one less

day left to go.

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