Sorrowful, and drowning,
In this catastrophic rain,
All of my love from me,
you have drained.
I can't hold this inside me,
this is the first poem in a while,
and this situation is leaving me
in a heap of self denile.
This problem is not of epic proportions,
but everything that means something,
It won't cause a war, starvation or poverty,
but it will kill something..me.
