Be still, her broken dreams
That keep her from rest
Behind her ever watchful eyes
That dart from face to empty face,
None of which she knows.

Her heart is locked like
The decaying factories that
Once teemed with life, but
Now stand empty and abandoned,
Forsaken by those who once
Loved them. None now shall enter.

The falling rain gives life
And colour to so much, but
To her it brings merely coldness,
And a desire for things to be
As they are not. She fastens
Her coat against the
Airborne onslaught and
Bows her head as she tries
Desperately to move onward.

All ahead of her is grey;
The horizon is merely
A darkening of shade that
Adds stark, hard outlines to
The vision in monochrome
That is now her world.
Distant tower blocks fade as
The rain falls faster and
She walks slower, tears
Instantly disguised as they land.

She does not see the green
As it slowly turns to red,
Then brown...leaves at
Their most beautiful
In the instant before death.
All is blurred in her
Weakened vision; the world
Outside is kept away by
The water shielding her.

Her steps wane as the weight
Of the water becomes too
Much to be borne.
She waits for the Sun.

10/12/2004

Posted on 10/12/2004
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