SILVER AND BLACK
Anthony Robottom
Colours falling though the rain,
Of silver and black from the sky,
And from the lights, that line the streets,
An avenue of steel, that parades alongside me.
For miles around the sky shines in outbursts
Like monochrome Christmas tree lights.
The rain splashes away at my tears, mingling
Them groundwards.
As I walk in solitude, away from the
Shock of my natural disaster, which
Tumbled me to the ground.
I'd bellowed. I'd roared.
I'd cried.
Oh, how I cried.
But did it do me much good?
She still got up.
And walked away.
And I followed into the night.
