When It's One of Those Days

This poem has been posted on my other site before and is for all of us who have 'one of those days'.

Out on the Pier
Out
On the pier
Sitting,
Hunched over knees,
Hugging the shins,
As windy rain seethes
Upon the skin,
Smarting, like the rasp of wet sandpaper.
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