Smile Today

There’s steel slag in the clouds.
They hang in pockets like a wet handkerchief
that’s been draped over invisible towering tent poles.
A soggy dish sponge, the Terra,
limp and uninviting.
The atmosphere is close and sullen—
a placid reflection of the omnipresent mood.

Love goes unreturned,
forgiveness unrequited,
pain unsalved,
loneliness untended,
pleas unheeded.

The disposition of the day brings the answer.
And that answer is a yet another wound.

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