Rain In the City
as the rain falls on the city
all words
seem drenched
running like worthless ink off meaningless paper
yet
the rain falls incessantly on
in sheets of glassy vehemence
tearing my thoughts apart
splintering the fragile truce of this night
words, just worthless words
floating by
wrestling me to the ground
worthless words
devoid of all feeling, and of everything that should be true
disjointed and hollow
as my thoughts in melancholic comfort wallow
wrapping me in a shroud of accepted gloom
a vain cloak of indulgence,
while revelling in the impending doom
and still the rain keeps pouring
clipping the wings of my dreams
that are no longer intent on soaring
but why do i subject you
to all this idle and quite bitter chatter
for when all is said and done and scribbled
will any of this matter?
so i take leave of you, yet again
as i surrender
to the lunacy of the sane
and to the whipping
of the cold, biting harrowing rain...
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