Clouds Shed Tears
Clouds shed tears for a poetic muse
who never read the prose meant for them;
A writer left with no way to choose,
words left spiraling and overwhelmed;
All of their verse simply begins to mount;
a thunderstorm out of nowhere;
Exploding with bangs crying out
the one who matters just doesn’t care;
Flooded with the ink of a seething storm
weathering whether you read a syllable,
lightning bolts turn paper into a poem
infuriated for the broken and invisible.
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