someone stood upon my doorstep
weeping in the torrential rain
shuddering as winds bit
into its blue bulging veins
skin alabaster cobwebbed with vessels
eyes ochre laden with sadness
it looked upon my unlined face
and said.....nothing
just nothing yet stared...
i said 'have we met'
it said 'not yet'
i said'can i help'
it said'maybe yourself'
i felt suddenly cold
as recognition dawned
and it turned to leave
i didnt dare call....
i didnt dare call
even though i knew the name
even though i realised with shame
my weeping
sad tommorrow
as it left footprints
upon my threshhold.....

inspired by a very good friends piece upon the social grey thats creeping into our very homes...

wardha jawdat

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tommorrow-weeps/