I Write Poetry

A problem invades my space.
I valued this loneliness.
I'm confused, I don't know how to feel.
Do I deserve to be angry?
It feels like I'm holding back tears.
A moment ago you were mine.
It doesn't sit well with me, it doesn't feel right.
It's like a city within me is crumbling.
But I've got a universe inside me.
Is it ok for me to mourn such a small city?
The dam is close to breaking.
And I am not prepared for the flood.