The last four words show how random the world is. When we look around we just see everything. Most of the time-especially in the city-we don't really focus on our surroundings. For good reason: life in the city is an eye-sore. There is no real beauty in the mechanical marvels of our modern world. Beauty is natural, not artificial. In the urban areas we block that out.

You always get your point across.

Great imagery - clouds sprinkling tears etc; the word choice is every bit as awesome as the images themselves.

I also enjoyed the shape of the poem, feels like it starts off not too bad, but slowly one gets isolated & it all becomes thinned down.

Your words flow wonderfully. I like the first stanza, it's lovely. The change of idea is good, but I think you can make it even more effective.

Interesting form. Does it signify anything?

I like this. Keep up the great work!

thanks for writting this today. I had a shit day. Your poem fits my mood.