Tears on Cobblestone

Tears on Cobblestone

The night descends slowly

in the mottled fog and mist.

Clouds bow to the angry horizon,

and a sense of dread persists.

Gray supersedes the rainbow,

rendered mute and colorblind.

When the cold rain finally falls,

dark thoughts seep from my mind.

I would have traded my own life

to spare your suffering and pain.

But reality rained down upon me,

and a martyr has nothing to gain.

I don’t want to show my face;

I have tried in earnest to hide.

We are all like the bright moon,

and we all have our darker side.

I am no angel, I am no innocent…

I am just a sinner black as night.

Wandering in endless purgatory;

left here alone, shivering in fright.

As the blood flows from cold veins,

my tears fall on the cobblestone.

My spirit releases to the wind,

And I am going home…

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2014

September 11, 2014

Written for:

Blogophilia Week 29.7 Topic: When Cold Rain Falls

(Hard, 2 points) Incorporate a Khalil Gibran quote or line

(Easy, 1 point) Include the phrase "color blind"

My Gibran quote:  “We are all like the bright moon, we all have our darker side.”