rain in the dark

maybe this is why i

cling to knowing, it’s

blind belief wearing me into

brittle biscuits, crumbling.

the expectation of  duties

i can’t perform quite so well

disdains my character, tell me

why have i built my life

upon the foundation of your

love – why do i hold myself

responsible for your weakness.

i try to capture you, sitting in

this dark room; the rain drops are

hitting our tin roof; they

remain in constant fall. when

their movements, cease – will

you still be here?



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