In my Eyes

the world
in my eyes
is grey, there seems to be no right.
no white
if its to other people in my opinion it would be
all black.


the
             rain
is   falling
        not   randomly
but its hard to tell.
and we have a few
select
under our umbrellas

wheres the
                      loyalty?
we vowed to keep?
why do we turn? back to back?

when all we need
is eachother?

the storm is inside as well as out.
inside me and all round too.

the    what i     though,      secure world
is
turning to deep puddles
beneath our feat
we sink..
some

pushed out

into nothingness

a few
sat on the edge,