A Rainy Night

It was a misty night as I travelled that road

Sitting within my car in silence

My head propped against the glass

As I observed each and every movement:

A street unknown, through country mazes,

A tangled assortment of trees, swallowing in

Those tired country towns.

The forest closed us in.

It is quiet. Cold.

Drawing my mind into its spindles,

Mist cascading in every corner.

And, along that road,

Each house I passed was mangled

Carved from splinters of wood and mildew

Mere strides away from that fog-ridden road.

In silence I pondered,

Each great implication

That lay behind the shuttered doors.

The horrors danced behind my eyes

All to break them was the rain

Drip, Drip, Drip

A drum against those blurry windows

They leave my mind drunk