Long summer. Days long and hot
Through late September and now,
Rain drowns out all plans that
Through summer were delayed.
To go out of doors is to feel the burden
Of laziness’ retribution, to get wet,
As if water weren’t just water but
The weight of sky unable to hold itself up.
Inside, I am listless, no stories to tell,
Just the thought of cleaning is a living Hell.
I find myself in bed, sheets all unkempt.
Autumn is here, my eyes are dimmed
With too many seasons seen,
Like the sky, and rain falls
In place of forsaken tears.
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