Jul 2020
Neon lights, pouring rain and the smell
Of ash. I missed the ferry and
Stand soaked, alone in a crowd of
People, tears hidden by the rain
I feel like a crumbling
Wall, lashed by the tempest
Of ash. I missed the ferry and
Stand soaked, alone in a crowd of
People, tears hidden by the rain
I feel like a crumbling
Wall, lashed by the tempest
A poem about missing opportunities
