the thunder claps loudly in the sky,
vibrating the air,
tremors through my heart. . . .
so I turn towards the bay window,
as rain pelts againt the glass panes.
streaks across the sky,
illuminating the darkness,
and secrets of the night. . . .
caught off guard I look up
reflections in the glass
mine own eyes looking back at me.
streaming down my face,
an illusion of what ought to be. . . .
startled by the reminder
repressions wanting to escape
mine own eyes turn away.
is also an illusion;
wanting costs too much. . . .
baby cries in the background
drawing me back to reality;
salvation from the rejection.
of my daddy's love.
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