I
The sun was swallowed
by a wall of grey storm clouds
and cried with thunder.

II
I danced with Nero.
Rome burnt a second time
and I was to blame.

III
I write and lament
because medication won't.
My mind must be set free.

IV
The grass is greener
in the middle of the sea
that I am lost in.

V
A bird and an owl
fly wing and wing together
over my wide eyes.

VI
I will never love
myself when all there is to
love is -