a dark mind
footsteps sloshing
through slippery streets
gushing rain slides off my soul
as if it were dirty grease
not even my shadow
follows behind
no crack to allow
the slightest
ray of light
just the cold dank darkness
of my soggy mind
no dull beacon shines
through this impenetrable gloom
my mind aches for brightness
some luminous sheen
arid simplicity
an anhydrous roll
for this sticky sodden
weariful soul
but a small crack appears
in this internal strife
where there is ache
there is also life
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