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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