Inside Weather - Poem by Curtis Mosby
Sunshine rain on an afternoon in my room.
I mourn my own death In solitude.
Abuise is thy heart as tears surrender from my eye's.
If these walls could talk they would never dry.
This is where the river runs from, slowly in dispair.
I would call you to join me but Im drowning
so just stay thier.
As I write my letters, when you find them be careful
thier fragile from the storm.
I was born of tears racing down the veins in my arms.
Never was immune to pain.
I suffer deeply in vain.
Can these 4 corner distain this kind of damage.
I panic in misery forgetting to pray.
My hands are only leave's in this storm of a rage.
I am that heavy heart that can't hold any more.
As everyone watche's outside we all cry together.
Then I take a deep breath and close my eye's.
And drown in this inside weather.
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