Lightning
strikes;
And we bathe
ourselves in the downpour.
The huddled
raincoats push past us.
Multicolored
umbrellas mutter disapprovingly
As the clip
clopping soggy shoes hurry away.
The abandoned
streets create the stage
As the set
is washed in stern cyan.
Sparse
shrubs and trees sway with us
Soak
with us
Sing
with us.
Cold
stinging winds penetrate our pores
Weave through
them until they freeze the soul.
At least we
can feel it.
Drops gently
cascade down our bodies
Falling from
heavens, and we smile.
The torrent
continues and strengthens
Suddenly we
realize we’re cast alone.
I see no one,
Nothing. Only grey.
I confuse my
tears with rain
And to bear
the pain I pray.
Nothing
works, the beating hurts
And I’m
afraid to stay.
so I scramble the nerve and run.
so I scramble the nerve and run.
The sound of
my feet drowns in waves
And I cannot
cave until we’re done.
Shrieks of
self-loathing leave my throat
“stupid
fucker, you had to gloat
And see us
now alone and wet
You thought
you were different,
Individual,
not set.
You chased
your dreams and
Risked your
demons.
Hurts doesn’t
it?
Hard isn’t
it?
Go back
inside
And swallow
your pride
Admit they
were right.
No shame to
hide.”
Did I really
think I could?
Safe,
sheltered, content,
Blankets and
firewood.
They don’t
fear anything
Don’t fight
for anything.
Their love
has limits
To lessen
pain,
Only for
gain and silly gimmicks.
I stop.
Soaked from
top to toe I drop.
Blood and
grey blend
For a moment
and I know
It will never
end.
But I’m
here.
Stoned.
Ripped. Twisted.
And Alive.
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