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How Is the Weather

It’s funny how you have no remorse
I’ve studied this well,
I have taken your course.
Forgive!  You say,
As if I haven’t forgiven you
of all the pain that you put me through.

How?  You wonder,
After all you weren’t there right?
Well that’s the point. 
You never even put up a fight.
I searched the world for you
And every time I ended up bankrupt.
I screamed your name
On dark nights of despair
But that’s just it
You were never there!

Now you call 
and speak of the "weather"
And the “perilous times”
Completely oblivious and 
narcissistically blind.

I am a shell of a man
A men in a shell
The external you compliment
Knowing nothing of my hell.
And yet again you talk of the weather
As more time just goes by.

Your shameful pride as possessed your being
Is this what you call breathing?

Where were you when the blades dug into my pasty, porcelain skin?
Or the times when I was being mentally raped over and over again?
Where were you when I had to say my goodbyes?
When I was so high,  I set fires in the sky?
Where were you when I was overdosing on fields of pain?
And the madness became my name
The madness became my NAME!

Where were you????????????

But you call
And I cringe.

It’s as if I am injected by a syringe filled with questions
None I can ever ask you
Because I would be told I don’t forgive.

And the phone keeps ringing
And you keep asking me about the weather.

Whether you now it or not
You’re still hurting that child in me.
With your “How’s the weather?”
“How is work?”

Well screw your weather
And screw your work
You’re an emotionless monster
Also known as A  Jerk.

Yet, I sit at night and watch the weather
And I sit and watch as more time goes bye
Not once did you validate
What you did to me inside!

So, how’s the weather?
How’s the times?
They’re passing 
Just like the lives you left behind.

By: Sabina Nicole

Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2017

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