Hard Rain

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Black

Voluminous black cloud that above my head hangs;
What has caused thy bloating?
Hanging so low among the mountains of my mind,
is it love that has sent you floating?

Is it lack of understanding that you’ve mistaken for interest;
or interest that you’ve mistaken for love?
For if so I must,
believe it’s not love,
but pride, that’s brought you here.

Voluminous black cloud that above my head hangs,
are you just my soul?
Bloating and growing through misappropriation,
of my body, and mind as a whole.

Voluminous black cloud, please allow yourself rest;
and allow yourself knowledge to know when to shed–
the weight you carry within yourself,
along the plateaus of doubt, atop my head,

Allow me reason to cry through you­
through the rivers you fill,
and into all the grooves–
that doubt, and hate has etched into,
the canvas of my mind.

Allow yourself reason,
to not look upon me with treason;
to not divide my heart and mind.

Allow your waters to refresh;
all that I have fleshed–
out across this season.

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