Unfinished and unedited

[jazzsociety]

I’m a torrential downpour, withered to a crust.
Eaten from the inside by doubt, I am a drunken sack of bones and emotion.
I fight myself, I win some rounds
I dither and dally and argue,

I sing my heart out.

And when I do, you wrap me up in your arms
And rock me to a silent, tearstained sleep.