Dancers in the Rain

kinda depressing...

The teardrops

They fall

Like dancers in the rain.

 

And the children

They smile,

Blind to all the pain.

 

Sitting there,

Watching it all

As just a game

 

Through the window

Across the street—

 

The shadow

Of the man without

A name:

 

The man they’ll

Never meet,

 

The man who

Holds a gun

To the teardrops

On his face

 

As he does

Every Friday,

Remembering how

She left him

 

Lonely in this place.

Reviews

[Dressed in Poetry]

Awww. That is very sad. I like the "dancers in the rain" line. It's great.