thereddragon

To the rain, I listened Quietly as each brittle string showered down, Washing away the sinned, Diluting the painting And drowning my heart to the bottom of the abyss. The murky water slithered Through the gray street the gray sky And the gray light People's gray faces. The city was a depressing garden Growing all sorts of emotions. Screaming as the blazing sun placed senses in our boiling blood. I would never forget the homeless minds. Another drop of rain fell Or was it a teardrop? As if her life depended on a blink And the black long eyelashes Shivered for the chill. Case Foster Copyright ©2003 Case Foster

So tell me once more, whom can I trust? In this bright futuristic fable that you've told me only last night? No one remains the same on the planet's crust. In this world, I can no longer trust my sight In the middle of this dark arena of misfortunes.  The Time doesn't stop spinning.  It offers the deceiving shelter. Nowadays even the mosquitoes dare to annoy the Right index finger that blames and pulls the angry trigger. Insomniacs, lurking about around the corners of the busy Streets.  They are wishing, hoping, praying, and crying to wake up. The people, all seventeen and crazy, shouted, "Let me wake up!" Nothing is illuminated n