You are the rain on my parade
dousing my dreams
extinguishing my ideas
dismissing possibilities
writing off whole swaths
of life as dangerous
stupid
disgusting
beneath you.
Dripping
droning
endless gloom
pours forth from you
so able to say what’s wrong
with anything
you gut me of enthusiasm
you gut me of life
ideas die a swift death around you
You don’t know how to build
only to tear down
drip
drip
drip
you paint a dreary
bedraggled
forlorn
horizon.
you even poke holes
in my umbrella.