someone stood upon my doorstep <br />weeping in the torrential rain <br />shuddering as winds bit <br />into its blue bulging veins <br />skin alabaster cobwebbed with vessels <br />eyes ochre laden with sadness <br />it looked upon my unlined face <br />and said.....nothing <br />just nothing yet stared... <br />i said 'have we met' <br />it said 'not yet' <br />i said'can i help' <br />it said'maybe yourself' <br />i felt suddenly cold <br />as recognition dawned <br />and it turned to leave <br />i didnt dare call.... <br />i didnt dare call <br />even though i knew the name <br />even though i realised with shame <br />my weeping <br />sad tommorrow <br />as it left footprints <br />upon my threshhold..... <br /> <br />inspired by a very good friends piece upon the social grey thats creeping into our very homes...<br /><br />wardha jawdat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tommorrow-weeps/
