After the rain has gone,
The sun will shine.
After the rain has gone,
Things will be fine.
Won’t they?

Fear sets in,
Like the unwelcome stench
Of a downtrodden tramp,
Sleeping on a bench.
Nowhere to stay.

First this way then that,
Swinging wildly through time;
My life is in motion,
Composing this rhyme.
Come what may.

The hostel is quiet,
But my mind is on fire;
Contradictions abound,
Mental state is quite dire.
Beginning to fray?

In this room where I lie,
With a tear in my eye;
No one thought is to blame,
No villain to try.
Just disarray.

Indignation, isolation,
Capitulation, pain.
Fascination, constipation,
Listen to the rain.
Time for a new day?

Toes grow cold,
Covers make toasty.
Body feels broken,
Definitely, mostly.
It’ll be okay.

A flush in the dark
Brings me back to my senses;
The rain isolated,
Surrounded by fences.
Silence. Yay!

Now the rain has gone,
Sleep will be had.
Some quick restoration,
Not feeling so bad.
Just for today.