Boom!...and downpoured his gray gloom...
Could the clouds be any darker than his mood?
Could the lightening flash brighter than his anger?
Could the thunder roar any louder than his rage?
Could the rain fall harder than this falling-out storm?
(I'm praying for his sunny day... amann)
.............................................................................
True Ebb and Flow
His Manics Highs
and...
Depressive Lows
with no...
Barometric Pressure
from me...
...................................
I lit a candle and sat on the screamed-in porch
During his downpour, thunder storm...
And I felt calmed...by the windy breeze
As I watched
The leaf, ruffle the tree...
And I weathered out
His gray storm...
And just like that...
Snap!
It was over...
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