Liar (Poem)

The car is not here yet.
And so I wait, and the rain comes.
No sign of prompt gentlemen,
No yellow sign of Taxis.
No so-loud sound of buses,
No foolish people walking.
it’s only me.

Never had I seen
the streetlight shine so down,
or the busy cars,
to stop their mourn;
no cars at all.
The sound is small,
droplets of the cold,
dropping to a mould
in the floor.
I interrupt,
I’m not part of Nature.
Never had I been,
but today, different from another,
to be—I wasn’t as keen.

Liar.
And I wait.
The water of my eyes,
warm and painful.
The rain, I wish it’d clean,
this world so full of lies,
harm, so dull,
but it calmly falls.
I call,
it’s despair, no more.
I walk my path,
water’s galore,
No light I have,
I feel so sore;
liar.