Poetry and Writes

Patience (WRITE)

*An untimed write while listening to Patience  (a song by The Lumineers). No prompt, except the music.*

There's a light rain falling. I pass through blank streets. I don't feel much, but I feel the dead pavement under my feet, grounding me.

I like to walk. When I walk I can feel a thin link between myself and the things below me, the things greater than me.

Today while I walk, I cry. I cry until my chest is a hollow cavity. I cry for the emptiness inside me and around me. I pass an abandoned fairground, rusted swings. A chestnut tree stands over them, rain dripping from its vibrant leaves.