Fabulista Introspects: Tear | Stained

Riding
On a bus
The public transport
Trudging and ambling
Along the avenue of stars
Into the junction of loneliness
The sky clouds over
Tears fall
From the shielded faces
From the midnight diamonds
Splattering on the windows
The opening revealing the world
Sodium lights orange blights
Washing the streets
Phosphorescent
Opaque and sleek
Streaking through the pane
Falling on the bitumen skin
Searing in a dotted line
Hiding the tracks of tears
Masking the salted marks
Staring at the weeping sky
Sweeping pass the window pane
Hiding all the tears and pain
Welcome to my world