Gloomy waters flood out of you like a dam breaking,
fury roaring in indignation 
Wrath I can't help but balk at
I recoil involuntary at the force of your scorn,
despite my feeble decrees of newfound strength 
My cries for sovereignty drowned out by your boundless rage 
A storm I can never quite get ahead of,
a downpour that always appoints me as it's epicenter 
Memory can't do such vitriol justice 
I'll fail to remember the bitter sting of your words, 
consign this torment to oblivion 
Such suffering can only exist in the moment
The bite of your white hot venom will fade,
leaving me oblivious to it's inevitable return