the sounds
the footsteps
the rain on the streets
muddy waters
however, how much ever
you try
your feet searches for a pothole
your ear waits for an abuse
your body shrinks
to cross past a raindrop
it was not like me,
i was not like it.
this scared, cautious, angry cat
she looks at me through
my iron window panes
searching.
1 comment:
intriguing.. loved it..!!
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