Stormy weather suits me fine today because inside feels
by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Feelings are being pushed back and forth and not one
will be voiced, much to my dismay.
Despair sits inside, hands to head, all hunched over,
afraid to say who is the leader.
Fear crouches further into a darkened corner not wanting
to come out into the open air.
Sadness lying on the floor, curled up in a ball, much
like a kitten, cupping hands over eyes so tears may not
spill and leave traces of their existence.
Overall, the me I can't seem to find today has gone and
lost itself somewhere else in time.
Space does nothing, for I cannot stray far from these
tightened inner feelings of remorse.
Like a flower cut before it's time, I wither unexpectedly,
sliding beneath the gutters of earth.