Tempest

There resides in me a sadness that I cannot place, not control.
Or comprehend.
It comes and goes. The feeling.
Today, it clings to me like humidity.

3 comments:

RachelRenae said...

Ick. I had the same thing yesterday.

lelablonde said...

Explained very simply. There is usually tommorrow.

April B said...

I love this...and oddly I love this place. Its dark and comfortable. I know it isn't a place to linger but I love to be here when in comes around. Living in the moment means every moment not just the commercial candy sweet ones.