After a long period of silence, it is time for the Wednesday prompt once again! Here is what I wrote this week:
Complicit
While whiling away the dullest of days
I stopped to consider why I never stop.
The clouds above hid behind curtains of rain,
the ceilings committed numerous crimes:
the sun was all blocked
and stifled – the air,
a sickening yellow was all I could see.
So, that’s how the soul goes –
no drama or loudness,
but simply complicit
to its own self loss.
?©soulmary 09 Dec 2017
My poem was written on a prompt by Poetic Asides, a Writers Digest editor blog. Wednesday Prompt #417
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