Weep with me.

Please, bring me raindrops in your palm.
Glance at the jungle behind my eyes,
unearth the treasure where you see
my worth in a small forgotten seed.

Listen to all the heavy silence after
the storms cry out we're too late...
let our voices be tears of life
as I play black and white keys,
and you echo them an octave higher.

Please, ask me if I need you
when I try to distract myself with
sunlight that doesn't like to play tag
and temporary fixes that don't
quench thirsty hearts.

For it is when I am numb that
I crave the icy rain and metal sting;
pray with me, listen with me,
to the rain that pours and pours
and sighs at closed windows.

Please, weep with me.
Let me show you who I am
in the thunder and mist.

The skies, they stray in between
multiple realities
and like me,
need to know they are not alone in their
state of confusion.

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Written 5/14/2014 @ 3:40 PM