Fog was my morning

the silence awoke me

I walk in the mist

hoping to find

some sort of purpose

for my neverending sorrow

does it cure the suffering

of others?

or ease people from purgatory?

the dripping and the dropping

this rain never stops

the flooding in my mind

clouds my sanity

sunshine, come back to me

come back to me...

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