When the sun set,
There was still hope of light on the horizon.

It may be no Summer's day,
But there could have been warmth
And a light breeze.

The forecast for today is cloudy weather
Lightning, but not the interesting type.
This won't make a good photograph for
The National Geographic.

More likely to posted in a small column in the sun,
You're barely a flood now. Let alone a cyclone.
You lack the ability of surprise and grace.

As I mentioned,
There was some light on the horizon at first,
But it wasn't good enough for you.

And, like a child in a supermarket
Who's mother wouldn't buy her E numbers,
You fucking overreacted.
Again.

But instead of tearing the shelves down,
Something else collapsed -
Sympathy.

That rope didn't asphyxiate anything,
But it suffocated the day and the night.
You turned it into something unworthy
Of a title.

Acceptance:
It's a word you should learn,
If you get a chance.