Storms Weathering
The tears in your eyes are like steaming rocks on mine.
I cannot tear myself away from what you are feeling,
it is too painful and I wish it was I who was suffering.
I cannot understand why you would have this happen,
Like hail brushing the roofs of a church where the man being baptised
has now been knocked unconscious and bleeding.
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