I Wandered the Streets
I wandered the streets begging for bread
When I woke I cried & cried
And rain it washed away my face
Each person in the city knew my name
When I slept they danced until the sun replaced the moon
And rain it washed away my face
My father stood aside whilst each one sung
When I left my dog was ill and died
And rain it washed away my face
My mother spoke in tongues of a lost people that were no more
I dared not to understand it’s prophecy
And rain it washed away my face
Now that summer has passed it might never have been
When I came here everything wilted and died
And rain it washed away my face
I had a dream that I was a young child once more
I did not wake nor wander far in fear of becoming lost
And rain it washed away my face
Now all is gone and the close of day draws near
All is good and good is all say I
And rain it washed away my face
I tore out my own eyes with the talons of a crow
My own body withered in agony
And I could still feel rain
As it washed away my face.
Copyright © Francis Jacobs | Year Posted 2021
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