Rain all day,
Sullen, soggy weather,
no sun,
No light,
No hope,
For days like this,
Since he died,
Sorrow?
Why?
Raining constantly,
Damp to my bones,
Hatred.

My abuser died on monday.
You would think I would have a profound thought or two on the subject.
Maybe and emotion here or there.
Nope.
Nothing.
Maybe tommorrow................