Sad Poems: Artificial Light

let the rain fall. tomorrow is the broken glass upon which we tread. 

time taps a vein and bleeds into our throats. a chameleon. a dictator. and a liar. 

let the rain fall. hope is the sickness that wears our faces. 

the machine bites its gears. as the truth unwinds.

choices form like icicles. 

hope is the stones in our pockets. as the flood calls our name. 

time draws its naps in our skin. a savior. a thief. and a prophet. 

reluctantly, we let it take us. and we are swallowed by the detours. 

let the rain fall. we're drowning either way.