Out In the Cold Dark-Lit Street Slow Trembling Raindrops, Part One

Out In The Cold Dark-Lit Street Slow Trembling Raindrops It was past midnight and moon took away its glow I was dog-drunk, a bit ragged just so you know Out in the cold darklit street slow trembling raindrops Poor soul, crying and begging aching life to stop In that raging noise there was rambling and cursing Was it heart's moaning vengeance I was nursing Who knew, life was hell and getting no damn better I read, I read, I read that last goodbye letter Stained with falling tears, words- I once loved you Darling, too much fighting -I am gone we are through Now you go back, be hellraiser you want to be And I in my great sorrows, pack tonight to flee. It was past midnight and moon took away its glow Rain stops, I walked out into spiraling snow Heart throbbing, a loss I’d never get used to Those deep knife slashing words, " I am gone we are through" Then I heard that horn loud honking, tires hard squealing Her words had done their dark work, car did the killing. It was past midnight and moon took away its glow I was dog-drunk, a bit ragged just so you know Out in the cold dark-lit street slow trembling raindrops Poor soul, crying and begging aching life to stop. Robert J. Lindley, 12-15-2021 Dark, Sad Narrative- inspired Tribute to:: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgPW_eoVp4M "" She Talks To Angels ""