Weather Me - Poem by Alex Taichou
My head is clouded with questions; I try to ask her why,
But I get nothing but vile crackling, the heavens great reply.
Slowly I leave the scene with my umbrella and my dismay.
Loosing colour around me, fading black and grey.
The climate starts to try me, my spine starts to quiver.
My mind relives the days, and nights, the time that I spent with her.
Sweet moments of happiness, the passion and the care.
Nothing now but the thunderstorm, and the pain I have to bear.
Cold; the limbs that carry me, colder; the tears I cry
Ushered in by millions more, reigning through the sky.
A bolt of wind spurs my eyes to tighten once again
Unlock once more moments later with panic then refrain.
This love it tries to weather me with pride and with betrayal
Thoughts that come within us, when devotion starts to fail
Now I know, after this, it can’t be like it was before,
She doesn’t love me enough to stop, when I couldn’t love her more.
This world it tries to weather me with water and with air,
Two elements I never thought of with caution and beware.
Now I know their tendency for mockery and for cruelty,
Inconsistent fields of mass, with the power and time to rule me.
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