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.