I sit
A lonesome mind wandering
The glass window slightly shakes
The sky is black, no stars tonight
What has become of my dreams?
My hopes are lost.
I lay down
Against the sheets
Crisp and bright
But the ceiling is so barren white
Why don’t my thoughts leave me?
My sleep has vanished.
I stand
The rain patters hard
Against my umbrella
My boots squeak in the muddy
Brown puddles.
Where do I go from here?
My destination has no name.