Raindrop

From the heavens, Falling, Falling.

Silently wishing for safety.

Sounds rushing, closer, closer.

The material black as night.

Silently dying, bursting, bursting.

Myself no longer whole.

Concrete so cold, lying, lying.

Paralyzed by fear.

Somebody running, passing, passing.

No hope of being saved.

Nobody sees me, dying, dying.

In the yellow of the morning.

Author's Note

Ignore spelling and grammar :)

Reviews

[Stormy Weather]

I like how you used first person in this, like from the drops perspective. Great poem.