It’s foggy tonight.
sometimes i think
it’s the coming rain,
or sorrow,
or pain,
or simply my brain,
the years of smoking too much
or drowning my fear
in gallons of beer,
tumblers of whisky
on the rocks.
other times i think
it’s just my life,
the listless minds surrounding
me, my craving need
for something
anything
more than this
inconsequential existence.
or perhaps it’s only
the full moon rising,
the pink-blue sunset,
the bitter wind, as i walk down
the street, away from
you and you and you.
And I give the world the proverbial finger.
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I feel exactly like that sometimes… or most of the time
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