I can’t think of it

I woke up with this feeling

Of utter shock

I knew it would pass,

And the moment would fold over and drown into sorrow.

It always sounds like rain,

It feels like rain pattering on a tin roof,

There are no tin roofs around here.

I think of Little Lemon Flower

Crying in the sun, and the sun shines on,

I cry as the harsh rays cross over her blossoms covered in tears, not water,

Cause I understand how the world moves

Around the aching, troubled, painful

Waters surrounding you,

So indifferent and cruel.

Sometimes I hate waiting

For the feeling to pass.

I hate trying to get back to the world.

I eat and hate the feeling of full.

I cried today because the food was like ash and dust, and I didn’t want

To feel human anymore.

I can’t think of it,

I can’t think of anything.

It’ll come, eventually.

I guess.