Weather Readings

Weather readings,
persistant meetings,
rearranged seatings.
Lightbulb flickering,
shadow fear casting,
sleepy hauntings are bickering,
their presence long lasting.
Disappointment in the girl,
make her dizzy in
her own fear drunk,
send her off in Titanic,
what ship before had sunk
among all the icebergs bled
through the ice twisters of the
luggage you carried of a trunk.
The words of the quiet
kept locked away,
'There's a dark dead side of
me I'm taught to obey,
it has me owned and
it's views don't sway.'
Misery in part and dishonesty at bay,
I can't just be upset to who I am
and let every moment up to this
lead me to what I ultimately betray.
Hold onto who I've become by letting go,
move the darkened sun astray.
I have to just be myself
living in a world of grey.