poetry by j matthew waters

immeasurable precipitation

sadness lingers in the air
going on fifteen days now
absent the once smiling sun
stuffed inside some closet
like a forgotten promise

I keep thinking the end is near
a place that doesn’t exist
simply an inherent idea
implanted into my heart
the first time I witnessed light

may two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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