Confession (POW!etry)

As the clouds gather momentum and weight
I feel the air thinning in my lungs.
My breaths grow scarce and late.

I brace myself for a quick end.
My will is weak – I feel it bend.
The sky explodes
And in the end,
I cannot blink, I dare not lend
A helping hand to any friend,
I cannot fight and cannot fend
From broken hearts I cannot mend.

Yet I know it is my doing
That the skies should spew out death
And I long to share my secret
For the truth I must confess.

So I rally in my bosom
Thoughts once muttered, words once sighed.
And I lay before you
Truths,
All unwanted and denied.