hail hollers from my tin roof
someone above has seen inside me
angry at my ugliness
blue is eased from the sky
leaving a once white canvas
filled with grey and black eraser marks
light does not hide behind clouds
light is gone
the mastepiece is gone
leaving an insult to the canvas that preceded the masterpiece
today, poetry is useless repentence
for atrocities committed
victims watched
moments ignored
opportunities decayed
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