A Little Black Cloud
There is something wrong.
I feel as if I am lurking around corners,
slinking along the walls,
trying to hide from something.
I am running,
but from what - I don't know.
I close my eyes so as not to see,
but I have to open them again,
cause it's there in the dark, too.
Could it be...? Nah...
Sure the anniversary date
of the death of my child
couldn't be bothering me THAT much...
No way. I'm done with grief.
The image I have of myself is slipping.
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