#empy
An empty street succumbs to one
solitary walker, anonymous
in his raincoat, listening to his
own footsteps, and the camping holiday rain,
dripping. Pigeons mutter disapproval
at this inconsiderate interloper.
His stride shortens, pace quickens, feeling
discomfort at his isolation,
his cold wet feet spattering through puddles.
Grids gurgle, lace curtains tremble.
Mute unseen watchers focus on this
dark figure at the centre of the
taciturn invisible crowd.
Guessing his destination and
motives - a night worker
or burglar up to his tricks -
until his key opens number
twenty-six. Uncountable stealthy
spies retreat and sigh.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC
Have you ever seen the pain?
Knees cut up from the worn tar,
yet not a soul for miles.
Heart in my hands,
watch it beat, it's drenched in rain.
Blood travels, aches as I see,
see the cavity living inside.
Have you ever seen the pain?
love would be warm, but yet i'm alone.
destined to a life of failure.
destined to be a disappointment.
Squeeze the heart, it's tougher than you think
but watch my blood travel thick.
It's hard to tell what I feel,
each beat brings me closer to death
every drop of rain clears the heart,
and every scar is revelead.
How am I alive?
Have you ever seen the pain?
betwixt my palms, do you see the pain?
Panic grows, stuff it back in,
the cavity must be filled.
Even if I feel nothing at all,
it'll only infect me again.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 8:47 PM UTC