You are my incessant weather;
I cannot utter how it hurts.
I do not blossom, I wither;
Having from my leaves falling dirt.
Please see me here in front of you,
Grasping your back unendingly.
Close my eyes for I am a fool,
Ignoring your caring decree.
You are no negligible weed;
Substantiality is discerned.
No one knows what I truly need;
My heart is darkened and thorned.
Be who you really wish to be;
Do not let others judge your tears.
My thoughts of days gone by plague me,
Agony is all that my heart hears.
Holding dear is no felony; Succumbing to a hand, no sin.
I am my own worst enemy,
Crumbling from the outside in.
I cannot forget your distress;
The storm within you evident.
My insides are an outright mess-
The rain came and never went.
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Incessant Weather
PoetryOne's wish is to help another, because they know the other is hurting. Their rain of hurt makes disturbances grow like weeds in the one affected. They are their ceaseless storm. Their incessant weather.
