Prompt: Maggotbrain by Funkadelic

How dare you

prod my shoulder as
I lay here, half-asleep
Not tonight, baby. Im too tired
And it is true.
My soil is so depleted
From years of your kinds abuse
I quake and groan
My volcanoes erupt
And I roar,
And you claim the Earth
Does not speak for her own self.
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My heart tangles itself

Into more knots
Than I know how to untie
And my world grows heavy
With fear.
And then I remember the long time sun
And the way you hold me steady
When my vision grows fuzzy
And my legs too weak to stand;
And the way rain falls soft
On the porch at night
And the crickets that make their presence known
Afterwards.
I think of all of these small moments
And realize that this is the stuff life is made of,;
Not my jumbled thoughts
Or the way my fears fog up
The rearview mirror of my story.