Standing At The Bus Stop In The Pouring Rain

I am alone

In this world.

I am alone

In all this darkness.

Morning has not yet

Fully opened its

Tired eyes

And

The clouds above

Are the colour

Of dark bruises

Like the shadows

Which hang

Beneath my own eyes.

I am alone

And yet

A hundred people

Pass me by.

Twice as many headlights.

The bright beams

Picking out the rain

As it falls

Making it look

Like snow.

I am alone

In the rain

My face tipped up

Slightly

Welcoming the cold

Sharpness of the

Silver raindrops

That pelt my skin

Soak my clothes

And run

In tiny rivers

Down my back.

 

This is me.

Standing at the bus stop

In the pouring rain.

All alone

But for a hundred

Passers-by

And a thousand

Drowned reflections.

This is me.

 

 

The others come.

We stand in the rain.

Silent.

Waiting.

 

 

I am not alone…

We all are.

Reviews

[EMP]

i actually love this. this is one of my favourites. wow, it's just soo.. so...... word please? anyone? it's amazing claire :)

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