As I look up
towards the sky
the raindrops mix with
the tears I cry.
The shadowy storm of the season rolls in
flooding me within, the one that
lives inside of me all year round
always active, making me drown.
It’s immense and grey, an unsettling dismay that
roars and thunders as I wonder…
Will the weight of the sky and dark black clouds
forever surround me in this heavy shroud?
Will I push through the caving ceiling
weighed down from the outpour of my weeping?
to gasp for air in the tears that are seeping, weaving
and engulfing every crevice of my being, drowning
forever repeating, this stormy night it
cries and cries, suffocating the light
that once burned inside, buried below
in the sea of me, forever darkened by
the flood of sorrow and grief.