763. Untitled

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Based on the second prompt of the ninth challenge from even_angels_:


Raindrops doused
all disquiet thoughts
as the fears of the day
were washed away
in a quick wave
of action.

In the ebb and flow of time,
scarce thought was given
to the smallest details,
long forgotten in the corners
so much detritus
fall away from
the ego's hubris.

Trying to push
against the tide,
determination and obstinacy
struggled for the upper hand,
until all that was remembered
were the lean times
of want and need.

In time,
all that was left
was the faint imprint
of the last of autumns leaves
against the glass panes --
the smattering of dust
casting an outline against
the fading sunlight.

It was a parting
of bittersweet pleasures --
one last reunion
before the inevitable separation
of two lives headed apart.

Like the rainstorms
that gave way
to clear skies and sunshine,
the night yields to the day,
and the wheel changes once more.

Change was inevitable,
an endless erosion
against the shores of history --
the tides of public opinion
carrying away
the grains of truth
from a reality remembered,
revealing a bulwark
unmoving,
against the ebbing tide.

Like a Greek chorus
echoing doom and destruction;
in a flurry of sluggish impatience,
arched voices filled
the empty spaces.