White Weather

This white weather has concealed 

the ugly mush underneath

If I were to lie on top

it'd ruin the purpose

I'd rather be buried underneath

concealing the very worst of me

So simple it would be

to hide the body

that hides the grief

I try to cut through

but it's no use

I found the pieces I'd hidden deep within

and for good reason too

Now I wish I could go back

and undo my experiences within

these past few days

Few

but full of realization

I may have been lonely

but that would've been better

than being this broken

I may have been sad

but I was not grieving

Thought I was good enough

but that's a horrible lie

No one's willing to show me 

the truth

but the silence tells it all

Reviews

[SmittyJas]

Deep look at he soul of your poetry and the feeling that must complicate things here and there.