Preoccupation

I sit and wonder

If the weather today

Will be any less shit

Than before

Oh, who am I kidding

The clouds are forbidding

So it’s obvious

What’s in store

Ice

I suppose I should be happy the sun is shining again,

Feel a spring in my step at the lighter evenings,

Be comforted by the warmth on the back of my neck.

But I couldn’t give a shit.

It means nothing.

None of it melts the ice in my heart.

(Originally Posted 21.03.2019)

Gale Force(d)

Outside
the
storm
rages

With
all of its
power
and might

I’m so
glad I
don’t have
to walk

Home
alone
again
tonight

Spirit

I know
you were
sitting
with me

As I
drove
all that
way

Otherwise
it wouldn’t
have pissed
it down

The
whole
fucking
day

The Storm

The
window
shields
me from
the rain

As the
wind
outside
howls
my name

I know
I can’t
come back
here again

As
nothing
ever stays
the same

Xxx

Vanity

Waiting
for the
rain to
stop

I don’t
want to
see another
drop

It
really
doesn’t
seem fair

For I’ve
spent so
long doing
my hair

Perpetual Brightness

This heat is exhausting,
It’s too much for me to bear.
My feet feel like they are on fire,
Sweat dripping from my hair.

I sit and pray for some relief,
Perhaps a cool calming breeze.
Something to help me ease the pain,
A salvation from this awful disease.

The Tempest

I don’t care for sun
I don’t care for rain
What I need is thunder
So that I can breathe again

No Air

It’s too hot to think
as I sit here on the brink
of yet another nervous breakdown…

‘Natural Entities’

The rain lashes down remorselessly.
Pelting, splashing, bouncing upwards towards the sky.

The thunder rumbles angrily.
Crashing, reverberating, making its presence felt.

The lightning cracks fearfully,
Illuminating the sky in a cinematic silhouette.

I look out of the window and all is calm.
I realise this tempest exists only in my heart. 

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