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Trapped In the Rain
Trapped in the rain
I slowly walked down
The crowded street.
As my rain soaked hair
covers my face as
I slowly drag my feet across the ground,
As the people around me no longer
seem human but just
tall black figures.
I slowly walk as I listen to the taping
of the rain that echoes on
the pavement,
My pale brown eyes are filled
with emptiness and no emotion
that seem to go on forever.
I walk with no destination in mind
No thought, or purpose,
I walk.
The tall black figures
grow blurry as my pale brown eyes
begin to swell with tears,
And slowly roll down
My cheeks and hit the ground.
Soon I can no longer tell the
difference between the ice cold
tears that run down my face,
and the ice cold rain that falls on my cheeks.
I walk without speaking,
only hearing the echos of
foot steps and rain.
As i walk I leave foot prints on the ground
But they are soon
erased by the falling rain.
Trapped in the rain
I walk as the tall black
figures crowd the street
that seems to be growing smaller,
and my tears still fall and
I walk down the street
And the rain surrounds me
And the sky and I cry
Together.
Copyright ©
Trina Aiken
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