Saturday Baggage

these bags under my eyes are from lack of sleep, are from people attempting to run me over, are from me being the only one in my own corner....i'm tired

baggage below shattered-window dreams... rain falls, seeps in, pain starts, day ends... no one here to sweep sorrow-filled alleyways of glass scattered humdrum hues of Saturday night blues...

Reviews

[D. Pesek]

This is a great piece! You did a good job capturing a pain/alone feeling in this poem. I like how you use the rain to talk about tears. The whole poem, but especially that section in particular, is broken up really well and gives a good effect.
I can't believe this poem didn't have any reviews when I came across it; there are so many good things that can be said about this.