Days Poem by Rebecca Navarre

Days



Get slammed for being strange. Know,
someday's I can't remember my name.
Blinded by the rain. Question if I am,
sane. Branches hang low. Time goes slow.
Starring out the window, watching the
weather vane. Know, someday its gonna
turn again, change, spin. Like the earth
on an axle, in the wind. The bright side
of life, will come again.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: darkness,life,light
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