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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
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.
