Flatbottomed blankets of soupy-grey clouds,
Frowning downwards, silently dour and still.
Clinging tenuously, while winding around
Each tendril of light, icy breath wisping
Away ectoplasmicly skyward. Reminds me
Of mind-clogging stupified, shadowy days
When dated note brought what I ‘d knowingly
Guessed – you had gone – and left crazily
Dashed hopes of any togetherness, but
I coped, and eventually by willing
This cloudy, overcast life away, I cut
And unplugged any unshed tears, killing
Stone dead my future fears I adopted
An obstinate smile, misery now stopped.
I had outlasted grey days and moved on.
Overcast Days.
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