Poem: Passerbys

Calamity in the projection of nays
Catastrophe, a foray in her sways

Sunder thoughts, I was mistakin’
Thunder echoes, a rumbly makin’
Passerby’s hopeful to stay still
Crying with a nurtured rain, it nearly made me kill
It was yesterday I met this stranger
I sit down today looking at lifelessness, swinging by a rigged hanger
We shook off for this moment fleeting
Sailed high tired our minds will collide in a morrow meeting.