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.