Food for Thought-I Began To Weep

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On a simple night,
In a room small,
Through the door,
I crawled,
Battered black,
Seething blue,
Just there,
Inside the hall,
By the stairs,
The rain came round,
Turning left by the door,
Finally ready,
To fall with sound,
Sideways,
On my shoes
Where white carpet,
By my feet,
Waited,
To never come clean,
They wondered,
“Was I alright?”
No.
On the edge of the floor,
I began to weep.

–Richard Bryant

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