Angst of a soft mind

The rain poured down,
With intent to drown,
Though I cared not to die,
For I had a dream,
Although it would seem,
I was doomed to fail and cry,

And though the scene was bleak,
On this dirty street,
I knew what one door did hide,
Was a thing so fine,
That I longed to be mine,
That would fill me with beaming pride,

And another thing though,
That scared me so,
And forced be to hide in shame,
Was a fear that this,
Is there is
Day after day the same,

Each person the same,
Just a different name,
And then so it did dawn on me,
That who I though was fine,
Whom I longed to be mine,
Not one in a million but one in three,

Bus stops marked,
Cars are parked,
And it’s silent there’s no change there,
Yes I do I want her dead,
It has to be said,
But I miss the smell of her hair,

With her emerald eyes,
Which I hate to despise,
Though i must confess I do,
But she’s not unique,
Yet it’s still her I seek,
It make me a fool, that is true,

As the rain did cease,
And the curbs at peace,
I scanned my sleepy village,
And I wished you will know,
That I lived long ago,
As a man who could steal and pillage,

But those days on the shelf,
They were not for myself,
I am forced to live on a rope,
When the girls do lie,
And we are born just to die,
Free from this soon I hope…