Rain In the City

as the rain falls on the city all words seem drenched running like worthless ink off meaningless paper yet the rain falls incessantly on in sheets of glassy vehemence tearing my thoughts apart splintering the fragile truce of this night words, just worthless words floating by wrestling me to the ground worthless words devoid of all feeling, and of everything that should be true disjointed and hollow as my thoughts in melancholic comfort wallow wrapping me in a shroud of accepted gloom a vain cloak of indulgence, while revelling in the impending doom and still the rain keeps pouring clipping the wings of my dreams that are no longer intent on soaring but why do i subject you to all this idle and quite bitter chatter for when all is said and done and scribbled will any of this matter? so i take leave of you, yet again as i surrender to the lunacy of the sane and to the whipping of the cold, biting harrowing rain...