Hear the thunder?
It's my rumbling pain.
Didn't know?
Didn't know I could hurt that badly?
You don't understand.
You don't understand at all.
You must listen.
Listen and listen acutely.
Storms pound;
they are my fists against a table.
Winds howl;
they are my screams over your ignorance.
Rain drips;
they burn with the acid of my anger.
clouds darken;
the mood thick enough to scrape at with a knife.
Am I weak?
No.
I just love you.
That's why your harsh words hurt so much.
YOU ARE READING
Mini Poem Book I: Poems of My Soul
PoetryMini Poems: poems that don't take up more than a wattpad page. This is a book of mini poems, with topics that include: -tortured love -one-shot imaginations -a description of the little things in everyday life -confessions of what bothers my mind...
