A Confusion Of Raindrops - by Meredith Wert

A confusion of raindrops clash
throwing the wounded and the weak
against the clear wall
of the building.

The wounded fall
sliding downward through
the perfumed grime
leaving their essence
in a long streak, behind.

Filling the consciousness of
those few who cling to life, are
bleak reminders of days mis-spent
trapped in the nightmare
of timeless beige prisions
paying homage to flickering idols
seeking to enslave the soul
of the drone
stripped of all creativity
and hope

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