05 April 2008

'And it rained all night'.

With your black coat,
collar up,a shield from
the dark night
and cold air.
Hands tucked
in pockets deep,
you mutter,
you swear.

Cold feet,
your shoes don't keep
you dry.
Puddles seep
into your soul
forming your own
endless night.

- (9th December 2007) -


Anonymous said...

Because we always run under the rain in the useless hope to avoid drops one by one.

semaphore said...

Just a compact, perfect picture painted with words.