The Shadows Between

Darkness taught me how to observe the world as a true observer. It is the quietest verse that can not be read.

There’s not even room
Enough to be anywhere
It’s not dark yet
But it’s gettin’ there

See the sky about to rain
Broken clouds and rain
Locomotive, pull the train
Whistle blowing through my brain

I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall