grey

[sidewalkgambler]

little droplets
dive down
stinging my skin
as they fall from the heavens

I once tried to shelter myself
under a mask of stone
but it became too cold
in the bitter shade

crawling out, puddles form
on a blanket of sallow skin
slowly filtering through
my dirty sieve

let the weather
wear me down
i accept the "good" of my humanity

... and politely reject the rest...