At length these thoughts whirled round inside the brain; with drops of rain caressing the window pane. Haunting – these outer precincts which don shades of bliss; as though to capture moments lost in time. What secrets lie amid the chaos and confusion; so dark and muffled upon these rooftops. I squint past obscure to touch and sense; allowing shock and change to keep me sane.
Streetlights burn with hope,
as rain pelts down on doubt
dawn of a new beginning.
(Day 29 of NaPoWriMo.)
Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads