Rain Clouds

I created my own doom.

Those rain clouds which hung
suspended above me
made a statement
of impending doom.

I cherished the very thought
of them and held them close
with no effort, and no narrow
sliver of sun did I see.

Happiness became my connection
to the darkness, and darkness
was the lies and the bestial surge
of torture I was capable of.

To those who knew me well:
The light never shined inside.
Only the embers burned from what
was once a romance so beautiful

and heart wrenching that even the
most perfect of women could have
fudged it. Under those circumstances
it may well have been that to strive for

perfection would only cause it to rain
mightily, with the power of a thousand
rain clouds. And only then did I see that
I had created my own doom.