me to the wall
I sit in fetal hug
covered with a blanket
solemnly, silently
watching
as the rains fall
I can't say I am unhappy
the rain washes my soul
caked as it is, badly
with the splatter of blood
and disaster
worries of the world
feeling so cold
despite being warm
perhaps the world needs me
I have my doubts
the windows are sprayed
by the drops falling
I am laid
across the floor
waiting to be healed
but it never comes
far too late
to save me
