Random thoughts, a poem of sorts, from my walk this afternoon. I'm not going to try to clean it up because there is something raw about it that gets at the moment.
no sunset today
the still water of the pond
is broken up with droplets of rain
one of the resident ducks complains nearby
the tip of my nose is cold
the park is quiet
a fog of depression hangs over
as I sit on my therapy bench
I don't notice the wetness
aside from the raindrops on my cellphone screen
the life I once knew
seems so very far away
the taste of good beer enjoyed a few hours earlier
sits heavy over me
I breathe in and breathe out
a shiver runs down my spine
Can it be possible that for every right decision I make to move forward, I feel more lost and out of place?
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