Today, I feel like the weather
Or is it the weather, that feels like
I?
Gloomy clouds and raindrops
Saddened by the non appearance of the
sun
It has not come out
Instead the dirt filled clouds
overwhelm the sky
and all I can hear is dripping nearby
Gray rays come crackling through spaces
the drapes don't cover
Seeps in reminding of the feelings
within
I keep my eyes closed, pretending not
to see
But I can't close my ears
all I hear is the dripping of the
saddened weather
the saddened weather, just like me
I wonder if things will ever be right
will they be stable?
For once without a storm leaking inside
my home
corrupting good nature and messing with
my morals
my character, my misfortune, my values
of self
are all put to shame
I have no name
I've used too many
moved many places
seen too many new faces
and never grew upon one
my work is done
and now look what I've become
the weather
the rainy, unpleasant weather
is what I have become
Superb work, Natalie. Evocative and tactile. Really makes the reader feel something. And we've all had those days. Makes us feel less alone.
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