To be alone is not the abcense of people around, is that utterly feeling of emptiness, like a cold hand grabbing hard at your soul making you sad.

Empty streets engulfed in shadows,
with merciless rain that keeps on falling
on drowning sidewalks where feet go
on swimming, hardly walking.

Overloaded with water, tree branches
by gust of wind they are waving
to a solitary passer by, like a wet
shadow that goes away...melting.

The skies are crying their sorrow,
a gown made of clouds are wearing,
with diamonds jewells made of lighting
and water pearls, for a grandiose wedding.

Thunderous sobs explosions in the night,
with the absence of the groom...no wedding!
only me is left, and uninvited drenched guest
that the empty streets go on roaming.

Late, the graveyard hours had passed,
the houses are dark, like dreading
that someone lost will come calling
and their warmth forced to be sharing.

Rain, hard, cold, like an unloving mother,
in a night dressed up with utmost uncaring,
I lift my face to see the sorrowful skies
and wonder if we are together...dispairing.