you had a bad day...

... more like a bad week. :'(

things in the office are more and more dismal. -sighs- we so need damage control or we are all going downhill. it's 3am and i am still awake. :'(

i don't mind the stress that the job brings. i don't mind the extra work, the late hours, the gazillion reports, etc. what i cannot, cannot stand for is abuse. and believe me someone is wayyy abusing us.

-sighs-


cold.
shivering in the rain.
the water running in rivulets down my arms.
i looked up to see hundreds of droplets
falling.
falling.
falling down from the sky.
i close my eyes
and feel them touch my skin.
i feel them fall softly upon my cheeks,
my forehead,
my nose.
i feel them trickle down my face
to my neck
to my arms
and down to the ground
before i knew it
the rain has washed away my unshed tears
cold.
shivering.
the rain continues to pour
and as i stand alone
i feel the cold rain embrace me
the only company i have
in the vast nothingness surrounding me.
empty.
alone.
cold and shivering.
i blink.
i wet my lips.
i look up to the sky.
the rain continues to pour.
hundreds of tiny droplets
unrelenting
unceasing
unstoppable
cold.
shivering.
alone.
no friendly face in the horizon.
no warm hand reaching out
no one to turn to
just me, myself.
alone.
cold.
a lost soul in the middle of a torrential rain.


(c) Shaina Muhi


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of all my free flow poems, this is the most free flowing of all. i don;t even know if this has embodied what i was really trying to say. -sighs-

tired. :/