Through the open window I can see the glistening ripples Form in the rain puddles Under the rusted drainpipe As smoke rises up from The nearby steelworks.
It looks like a Fire breathing dragon, Long twisted steel lines And curled pipes with Flashing orange, red and Yellow lights, an occasional Bellowing roar let out from Its bowels with rising steam As it consumes and shapes More steel.
Raindrops started to slowly Fall again splashing against The white wooden window frame, Curls of peeling paint Dancing under the weight of The raindrops.
I leaned against the Window in my white singlet With stains of red wine Seeping into my Tastebuds, that's All that mattered Now.
I uncorked another Bottle and started Again, with The red wine In my hand, And the peeling Paint and the splashing Rain and the rising steam And the flashing lights On twisted steel As tragic violin Notes floated from The radio over The room.
At that moment The world slept As it plunged its Soul into the heart Of the sea.
We condemn Ourselves with every step Though life to miss these Sillent moments In our modern World.
I reflected on these Thoughts as they swirled In the glistening ripples In the rain puddles Through the open Window under the Rusted drainpipe, As drops of red wine Stained my tongue And painted my soul.
I was left there Alone with my Sillent moments And I was content, For that's all that Mattered to me Now.
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