From above, as below



The rain fell
of the void
on to my scalp this night
laughing at my sorrow
in need of shelter,

the skies had opened and I was
no one

The streetlights flickered with every falling drop
so I kept running
with no results

winning over me
the heavy water
it wins every time

I had just to admire that
and continue

I crossed the road, a police car ahead
as I walked across the redlight
with no punishment
they saw me fighting this heavy rain
and so
with empathy they drove away

Coming to the bus-stop
shoes dripping like a sink

thinking I might be the
worst loser of this life and time
in this city
but soon forgot about my misery
when I saw the bus approaching

I waved at it, 'cause it was dark and raining
I left my bags away from the rain, under the roof
the bus stopped and I went to pick them up
got on the bus and went away.

The bus driver said to me:
" You should have had your bags with you, not let me wait for you to
gather your things "

I wondered where the empathy went
in this night of sorrows, and cold, and rain.






Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2014-08-18 at 03:49

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
This recalls times of my life I don't care too much to specify... but it reached me... very powerful. You write in a way that grabs one's core if some know the reality...
2014-08-22



You create such a sense of time and place and atmosphere in this poem. I felt soaked by the rain and filled with a certain sorrow. A lack of empathy seems to be universal.*
2014-08-19