Category: Melancholy

Do you feel her shame,

viewing my pain.

Left out again,

in the cold rain.

Do you sense my strain,

watching me drain.

More of the same,

in the cold rain.

Do you see her cry,

in her celestial sky.

Left out to dry,

in the cold she did die.

Do you feel her tears again,

sharing the blame.

I hold her shame,

in the cold rain.

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018