#794-Hope
03/10/2019
Rainy autumn days.
No end in sight.
Mondays are the worst.
Struggling,
To get out of bed.
A grey,
Cracked world.
Raindrops dripping through holes,
In the soul.
The same dull numbness,
Like an old friend,
Lingering on.
Lunch at the local cafe.
Sitting in a corner.
Far from eyes.
Wanting to melt away.
Silent,
Invisible words.
Swallowed bites of food.
Barely chewed.
Unanswered gazes.
Walking back.
And seeing you.
Like me,
Alone.
Surrounded.
By a hard world.
