Watching the day disappear, <br />The restless rain does fall, <br />Upon the ground, <br />Reflecting the night of the city, <br />In the vast, tall, place, <br />That I am found. <br /> <br />Silence fills the empty streets, <br />I've passed this way before, <br />Time and again, <br />Walking to a place called nowhere, <br />In the cold, dark, dank, <br />September rain. <br /> <br />I watch the advertising signs, <br />Changing to the heartbeat, <br />Of city night, <br />Colours of the brands and logos, <br />On the large, wide, boards, <br />Do shine so bright. <br /> <br />They try to hypnotise my mind, <br />But they have no meaning, <br />They're just a stain, <br />Of the city that now is sleeping, <br />Through the cold, dark, dank, <br />September rain.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/september-rain-2/
