A Rainy Evening.

The rain, it poured in droves
And its sound comforting to old ears
It’s gentle tapping against the glass
Calmed the man as he waited for the storms to pass
When the world could be green again

His form was a silhouette upon the window
Only broken by the spidery cracks on the pane
A fleshless, shadowy figure, withered and decrepit
Smoke billowed behind, in the fight to stave
Off the biting cold, with its empty hunger

The man, he sits alone
And the thought is comforting to an old soul
His gentle rocking against the floor
Calmed the man as he waited for life to pass
When the world would be new again.

The Old Man Sits...

The old man sits,
The chair it creaks
As he rocks away the years

Memories pervade,
Seeking understanding, and he falls
Under nostalgia's soft spell

"Remember the old days..."
He speaks to no one
"When we were younger..."
He muses to silence

With a teary sigh
The old man has realized
Nostalgia is no place to hide
And still, the years
They slowly fly by.

Truth.

I am never content
The world it spins
And the people they
Swim in this fishbowl existence

Yet constantly I question,
Searching for forgiveness
Faith, truth, repentance
These words torment,
With their promise of peace

A stronger person than I
Would let the world fly on by
Yet mystery has conquered me
And I can never see peace
Until the truth has found me.