Ingratitude
Could be more polished, but I will get back to it at a later date. I hope. This is about my ingratitude. Ingratitude I know my ungratefulness hurts you My love I don`t even deserve to call you that Because my heart is a barren desert I am a raging storm hating everyone Like the wars that people rise to Of their hearts dictate, craving blood To destroy, to kill, to plunder As if these are my own weakness But no, they are not. My greatest weakness is not you It is not the water or an orange That are missed, once in the desert. My weakness is ingratitude, That this desert makes me realize Too late, alas. How blind to the abundance of a single-day I cannot see Every day before me A nudging curse That just because I am blind I can still see.
