OctPoWriMo 2014: Day 19

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 Gloom

The rain in spain falls mainly on the

Melancholy musings of my mind

On a gray day spattered with

Drizzle from a dawn that never quite comes

To a dusk that never quite went away

Damp penetrates my very bones

Making me feel like a corpse

Rotting in a moldy tomb

Rainbow makes its way as the sun peeks out from behind

Cloudy curtain of gray froth dripping tears down on the

Grass wet with weeping from the gloomy sky

Somber is the mood on a day gray from a dawn that never quite comes

To a dusk that never left in the first place

~Aurora~

 The Words: 

                  Melancholy 
                  Drizzle 
                  Damp 
                  Rainbow 
                  Cloudy 
                  Grass 
                  Somber

 

Aurora's Note:

I'm honestly not entirely sure where this came from. I like the rain, and although I do struggle with depression, I'm not feeling particularly gloomy at the moment, only tired. 

I was listening to Pink Floyd while writing about an event that takes place in a horrible dystopian future, and then I read the Wikipedia entry about Syd Barrett. I don't know if any of this has a thing to do with my morose poem. The words just came, and I just let them flow.

The dog is British, apparently, as is Pink Floyd, so there's the reason why the whimsical mutt appears with an incongruously depressing poem.