A Lonely Figure

January 31, 2012
Sitting in my desk

I stare out the window

Rain pours down, blinding everything,

The ground soon creates puddles,

The green grass slowly disappears

Under water with many flowers,

I notice a sad figure standing

Alone in the middle

Rain drenching it, it looks so small

Even from afar I see the pain

And weight of many sins

Weigh it down,

Painful to watch I want

To look away but I cannot,

The figure is looking up

Towards the gray sky,

I can make out the tears

That glide down it’s face,

Just barely from the rest of the rain

Dread falls on my shoulders

As I recognize her face,

The lonely figure I see

Is me

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