Whilst -
    The 3am rain
        Whispers poems
              Through the lips
                   Of a rusty awning,
                        My mind lays awake,
                  
                             Scratching,
                
                 Scrawling,

     Screaming,

Out!
****** memory!

   That clings to dreams,
                      Like the frost,
                             upon my windowsill.
                              
Whilst -
     the 3am rain,
             continues to cry;
                       It's so cold outside,
                                        It's so cold.