Wishing for a Change
Grey, black, white
Uneasiness, cold
never knowing when it will stop
A dark place
bitter harsh winds blow
something strange lurking in the day
my thoughts wander
to the beaches
warm, bright, happy
opposite of what is besetting me
wishing if only I could visit
the sea foam, sand, and sun
on my feet, face, legs
A a dream of a warmth that does not seep into my soul
the true picture before my eyes
chills the deepest part of me
I want to get away from it
Uneasiness, cold
never knowing when it will stop
A dark place
bitter harsh winds blow
something strange lurking in the day
my thoughts wander
to the beaches
warm, bright, happy
opposite of what is besetting me
wishing if only I could visit
the sea foam, sand, and sun
on my feet, face, legs
A a dream of a warmth that does not seep into my soul
the true picture before my eyes
chills the deepest part of me
I want to get away from it
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