This Defeat

This Defeat In an instance this defeat. the acid rain pours in victory. No more sky of blue or crimson of leaves. Only bleak and sorrowful grey. Your warmth is missing. I seek it in every desolate room. In every cold crowded Street you are missing in the crowd. All that is left for me is silence. Only the somber rain falls. For too long I have been resonant with the green pastures. The white topped mountain peaks. The joy of flowers. But now this defeat. This endless rain