Concrete and tarmac

Raindrops race down the window pane
tears stream down his cheek
cool morning breeze, clings like cellophane
mist against glass, the fog so bleak

Ice glistens in the dawn light
steam rises under the suns rays
pain inside, cold as a freezing dark night
heart stops its beat on these cold days

Dull skies over the silver steel skyline
concrete and tarmac, dark stony black
shades of grey, a monochrome mind
brain clouded, smoky, under attack

Hunched against the chill wind
that gets into your bones
alone, with no hope, or home, belief dimmed
no one hears his moans

Thanks for reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.