Where do we go from here?

Standing under the cold rain,

Letting each drop fall upon my

Face, as I search for the love

Left, Right and centre. I

Begin to fall, splashing into

The muddy field, finally,

Concluding that the star is too

Far for my hand to touch.

Soaked in misery, and

Loneliness; just hoping that

You’ll come running towards

To help raise me from the mud,

But in my dreams, I’m fallen

Never to get back up.