day 159

still, the rain persists,
day after day,
i fill up
with the loneliness of others,
their incompleteness
threatens to overflow.

i carry in the mud of indecision
on the soles of my shoes,
while the wind moans
of their anguish
which i’m unable to heal.

6.8.17

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