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.

 

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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