Wearing My Clothes

“It can’t rain all the time” – The Crow

Drenched in rain,

I exhaled smoke,

Tried to force out

Sorrow of stone,

But it stayed

Heavy and warm;

An arm with choking hold

The sky was better,

Better with that role

Expressionate set

Unforgettable cold

And I, unclean, could not

Be washed from

This folded upset

Clinging closer than bone

For what there is,

Is sadness, sadness

Wearing my clothes



Amber R Walker, Hull, Creative Writer, Bookmaker, Lover of art

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