Drenched passion walking the streets in the rain Drowning in his own emotions Through stain glass eyes he perceives what they call life Reflecting part reality and part fantasy Too tired to care which is which He walks like a drunk without ever needing a sip Trying to find the doorway of tomorrow Like a cheap bar or motel As he travels through the desolate alley ways The ill-lighted chasms of today
I like this. I love the title, really rolls from the tongue. I like 'stained glass eyes' reflecting life. One small criticism though. I don't think the line about 'without ever needing a sip' sits right. I would put something about 'He staggers drunkenly, though sober." or something to that effect. Anyway, good stuff, Keep posting, A.
