Insidious drizzles
Nearly gray
Ventures, sniffles
Into crevices
Sheltered ‘way
In case menaces
Bound by the bitterness
Led astray
Erased her wilderness
Gaunt with ambition
Infinitesimal prey
Readied for fission
Leers of existence’s decay.
This poem was written on a Hemingway-type-beat rainy day, in which I had lost my color and warmth in the deluge. Feeling like a raindrop in the incessant flood of life, weary from the muddy ground of the world, I wonder if I will ever be able to find the meaning of life, achieve my true dreams, find my destination, and be remembered after death.