A Thunderstorm

i wish i were more things
that a person could love,
but my skin is raw
and scarred,
every second that i breathe
is a second too long,
and even with the right intentions
my actions end up wrong.
What I’m trying to say is
I find myself appreciating the rain
but still I hope for the sun,
and too often i am falling
before the drop has begun.
It seems I am never enough,
and loneliness hugs
me until i cannot scream
but i need to be this way,
it’s how you left me.

Keisha Lent

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