NW Pacific Winters

This existence

is a life

of shadows,

fumbling through

gray clouds,

a concrete wall

I curse

and

punch

and

break

against.

 

I loathe days

where the sun

never

finds the power to

claw its way

over those

jagged

rocky

peaks.

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