Water filled skies
shade the land,
a miserable scene.
Raindrops fall,
they land and splatter,
great in number,
makes me feel
small.
Mind. Numbing. Endless patter.
Sinking into a slumber,
I begin to cry.
An endless shower.
The howling wind,
the trembling trees,
the drowning flowers,
the earth that’s dimmed,
it’s only me
and the cold filled air –
nobody cares.

Toes twiddling, fingers fiddling,
the wait goes on,
and on,
and on.

People passing, mind lapsing,
I wait,
and wait,
…and wait.

Bags surround me, how long will they be?
Seconds slowly tick
tock,
tick
tock.

Night falls, time crawls, in it for the long haul.
Bag carrier, hero warrior.
Shop to shop - it never stops.
True martyr, it’s in the charter.
Next week, same again? Can’t wait, glad I came.