After the rain wept

I could not even raise myself up

I could not stand

My entire body was shaking

My eyes looked down

Sad

Not knowing why

Questioning

The rain continued

Today it poured

Morning hours

A coolness swept over

Pushing the warmth away

Puzzled

And empty

I took to the streets

Walked alone

Questioning

My thoughts racing around

Constantly hungry

Trying to hold

The memory is past

My hands shiver with my breath

I can't believe it now

I don't want to go

You shut the door

And now I'm gone

The wet street beneath

Golden light reflects

A man at the door

Around the corner I turn

Questioning

Fog sets in

Surround my shivering body

My soul

My emptiness

My shadow you decline

Ignored

Forgot

Before the night falls to the sunrise

I go on walking

Away

With The Bible in hand

© 2000 David Greg Harth

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