Rainy grey javelins lance through the clouds

Bathing ev'ry lost shadow on life's lonely shroud

Such a setting so dreary that one can just smile

At the grimness of life's ev'ry lost mile

Words that cannot be spoken echo loud round my ears

Lost sentences dancing through forests of fears

Many nights spent hiding but an unbidden tear

Winds itself through my hate addled brain

Looking back at my path through this dismal black shower

The rain never parting as I, coatless, cower

I am counting the seconds, nay minutes and hours

That get me through till I can sleep

And such sleep, one can hope, must be deep..