A Cold, Rainy Day | Poetry Remix No. 19

It’s a cold, rainy day in the streets.
Grey smokey clouds fill the sky.
I warm myself with a cup of hot, black coffee.
That’s the motivation that warms me.

My feet drag as I walk down the street:
Left, right, avoiding today’s puddles.
Dodging has become my life.
But you can’t dodge everything.

I sit and I watch others go by,
peeking between the bars I’m behind.
Like trapped animals, we all live in cages,
either afraid or enraged, wishing of escape.

I look outside, and the clouds are grey,
like smokey tears, or an old man’s eyes.
And I think, “What is life?”
It’s to know that the sun still shines on the other side.†††

Author: Jonathan Pines

I'm writing with all of life's saltiness, perfecting poetry in the process.

12 thoughts on “A Cold, Rainy Day | Poetry Remix No. 19”

  1. I always love rainy day🌧️. Watching dark blue clouds☁️☁️ with a cup of tea☕. What a beautiful life….nothing is more beautiful than nature. Lovely poem🙂

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