Through the Mud and Muck(Poem#9-High School Years)

When we see the nighttime air Whipping at our face You just can't see, your life away As your death is put aside The rain falls down fast Forming pools and puddles at our feet We shiver, as spines tingle And shirts stick to flesh Soaked to the bone we have become We are reduced to wet rats Struggling through the thick mud and muck Trying to find our way, through the brown water Endless hope, does not help Our souls trying to surface Warmth at last we find Nice warm night we have Here we shall know welcoming We are now home