Weatherman
Weatherman
The forecasted storms,
for this season is the norm
but my life’s in no need of the rain.
Once the storms come around,
only hurt can be found
and I don’t want to deal with the pain.
I’ve been at the axis,
the eye of the storm
and though it is quiet and calm
I know that for certain,
the weather will worsen,
as the eye moves further along.
Also, true in the end,
is it gets better my friend,
once the rest of the storm has gone past.
So, though I’ve been battered
and my world has been shattered,
there is sun in my future forecasts.
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