A River of Tears

Rain. 

Chill in the air. 

Set in - for the day. 

Desire? 

To wander camera in hand, 

A Poets mindset 

Floating on a river of tears 

For a world lost in its own unrealised mediocrity. 

It tugs at my sleeve 

Like a tantrum filled child wanting its own . . . 

. . way; 

The World. 

Tug, pull, push . . . Push, PUSH - Pushing. 

So much to do, 

To be done - time, 

Not enough. 

Time. 

Sometimes, 

Just some-times, 

One does not comply.

Doullan

A Very Wet Start To The Day