Depressive Thoughts – 2

The clouds were laughing, smiling on their way;
They left him far behind, without a glance —
He called for them to wait, so he could play,
But he’d not been invited to their dance

Inclusion was a verb he’d never known
As stars, and birds, and friends all flew their course —
He cried for someone, somewhere to slow down;
He had none of the marriage, just divorce

And so beneath the shadow of the day,
He found a bus abandoned in a glen —
And thought of all the things that he would say
If ever there was someone there

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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