it's pouring, it's raining
a perfect storm falling
can't you hear the deafening roar of their cheer
as each pelts my face -
oh, wait, they're just my tears
do you feel the wind
the sudden force of destruction
it's pulling me down, not at all kind
and its grasp wraps me so strongly -
never mind, not a gale, just the ruination of my own mind
the lightning sizzles the nighttime black
it sparks up what the dark sky lacks
it's shaking the ground
revealing its glowing mane
the force of it nearly knocks me down -
i take it back, it's the shocking power of my body's own pain
can no one else feel the storm within
it's ripping me apart
and burning me alive
yet everything looks fine on the outside
why is it always hidden, internalized
YOU ARE READING
where tears may fall.
Poetrywords unspoken and lost, skittering away to plant themselves on paper. i'd love to hear feedback [it may or may not be vital for my self esteem]; thanks for taking the time to read my sad, silly thoughts. [lowercase intended.]
