For Mrs. Rochester
--A masterpiece--
Shatters against the rain.
Each drop a life
(A moment in time?)
I have gotten used to counting
Without a clock for company.
Most days the door frowns at me.
When that awful mouth opens
It is never satiated.
Never welcoming.
The plates huddle in one corner
I huddle in the other.
Their audience against the
Thunderous applause
Tell me that tomorrow
Is just another day
Of gray.
-JC
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