11/30/81

The clouds all cloud my heart, you see.
It's hidden in the grey.
And though the clouds are breaking now,
It's broken anyway.
Oh, sun, why must you shine on me?
The light just shows my strife.
There's nothing left for them to see,
Yet I carry on my life
Not knowing how or why.
The things I've known won't carry on
Beyond the day I die.

Richard C. Hayner
November 30, 1981 ©

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