Under your stairs rapping in cold temperatures while shaking from uncertainty pardon me I’m sick,
Unhappy from my castle built on fine sands on a tiny island susceptible to hurricanes expecting miracles while living curses relieved by dagger verses,
Umbrella steady as lasting rain collapses mixing with tears without looking up I know the origin, another lesson as this too will pass and before I scar my wrists pondering starts am I a dying fish in the Christian god’s aquarium,
Unique definitely unusual but tell me is my rebellion suitable as the universe smudges smiles I once held without shame presently reaching out to anyone but hands fall lame,
Unaware as snow-covered hopes dangle before my failing stares and it has been three days consecutively of asking if anyone cares.
