The Hormonal Umbrella

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Mother clouds 
If there are angels I do not see
My eyes fall across the empty chair
Of where you should be
Of where you used to be
My tongue falls silent of the tales you should know
The peaks and valleys of life
The words that do not grow
In your eyes do you see
The disappointment of me
My depression a sword in the ground
My flesh a sign of failure
I rest with too much sound in my veins
You disappeared into the night
We ran out of time.
I am running out of time
The People I love hate me
The people I hate love me
I am dead , yet I am alive.
Learning to walk.
Poem by Cyni  Poeti