Rain

Walking in the rain, drenched and cold...
I'm falling into numbness, but I trudge on.
Cars run by off to their homes...
Where it is safe and secure and warm...

I wonder if they think me to be mad...
Mad standing here in the hard cold rain.
My body stops aching and is seems like ice...
Tough, hard ice...

Lonely planet I live on - an isolated star...
I walk on wrapped in this nakedness...
This lack of concealment... in the rain.

A bare child - off with the day time's mask.
And I stand, in the rain crying...
As my wounds are shown and my body is broken...
Because no one is there to see them...

No one is there...
No one is there.

If I cared to, I'm sure I could remember the day this poem is describing clearly. I don't care to at the moment, though.