I Am Always Bad. A Poem on Self and Internal Storms.

Original Poetry by: Axton N.O. Mitchell

“I Am Always Bad”

I left pieces of me in places I’ll never be.
Places I’ll Never see.
Places I can never return to
because of me.

I left my ruins there and now I wouldn’t dare
show my face,
for fear of what they’d do to me.
Now that they have seen the real me.

I bring about sheer misery, raining down
on the town encompassing everyone but me.
Flooding the streets and soaking your sheets.

Like a perpetual umbrella hanging over my head,

protecting me from all the things I am constantly
heaping onto all of you.

The sun’s rays blessed my skin and kissed my face.
While you hide inside from thunderstorms and tornadoes
sent by none other than me, just to screw with you as I see fit.

When I am around rain clouds drown you out.
The sound of a thunderous booms deafening all your shouts.

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