Faltered shutters coexisting
with an ancient city.
Accompanied by visions of
past injustice and ruin.
You reach out to ebbing
dew as it collects on skin.
These days flow by,
crestfallen, dull,
Afflicted from within.
That single drop of rain
awakens a recessed sea.
And out it flows--oozing
of unstoppable sorrow.
The city but a distant
memory
soaked and overcome.