Finds many at ease with this!
As if…
Those accept
With addictions to please.
As if…
Tears are okay to fall,
To gather more than rain.
With sunshine stalled,
Behind walls
Of slow moving clouds.
As if…
This storm is prolonged by doubt!
Fearing the leaving of it…
Would create a draught.
As if wishes to dismiss it,
Would be found out!
And gone would be the pouts shown!
Could we then expect cheering in sunlight.
To begin?
Or would the atmosphere despair,
By those missing gloom…
Finding a comfort everywhere.
This storm has lingered too long.
As we have become suspicious,
Of the freshness of clearing skies.
As if…
The change seen in happy eyes,
Is despised like an unwanted stranger!