His lumbering grey aura
Cloud—thick, dark & heavy—
Crushing joy, rewriting smiles,
stifling laughter in its wake
overtook my peace…
I would know, again I seek,
How to make this seething sinkhole cease?

When I see a rainbow,
He brings the storm.

Home should not Suffocate
I need escape
from this Clouded asphyxiating place
guarded by his disapproving face.