It’s a cloudy game we’re playing

Too many storms are coming in our life

Everything we do is spilling over on

us, our home, our kids

Our core is quaking

We need to be rescued

We need an act of God

Unresolved problems and issues

are violent winds masticating our foundation

leaving only remnants of what once was civilized

We become like thunder and lightening

The only time we are good together

is when we are predictably in discord

We illuminate when others are around

hiding our dark-hued clouds

We are intimate because of drought

not out of love and passion

We spend minutes acting out

climaxes of emotional and mental masturbations

We have to get help

I’m begging, pleading

My mind’s umbrella is broken

it can’t take another drop

We need someone who is skilled

to shed some light

on our bad weather patterns

So maybe we will be able to forecast

brighter days