The Cloth that Drapes the Soul

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Though playful, the winds of spring

swirl within my skull

and the song that slithers out

of my ears

is harsh and discordant.

The drop in temperature does

not bode well for walks

among the daffodils

on lawns at the very brink

of needing attention.

The harmony of nature strives

to move the discord from me

tries to dull the blazing pain

that overwhelms the spirit

that struggles to be kindred

with a world tossed about in my skull.

It is the cloth that drapes the soul

hides the beauty without

buries the smiles and affection

and taints everyday listless moments

of agony and indifference to death.