I've sat now for so long
This sunny spring night
To document a word or two
That'll make me feel all right
Draft after draft I've saved
None punished to the web
Can't get the meaning right
Too much flow not enough ebb
Sky is blue
And that makes two
Sun fading slowly out
Raindrops linger
No hope they bring here
All that's left is doubt
Ducks come for feeding
Hope they get their fill
Tapping on the window
With brightly coloured bill
Are they the only hungry ones
Needing something more
To make their day a small success
Rather than a chore
Sky is dark
Time to park
Emptiness inside
It's all gone
Time to call on
What's left of my pride
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