Sad is a man in a raincoat
He is alone and holding no umbrella
He has nowhere to go and no people to see
He is lost and cold and wet.
The rain keeps pelting down, soaking his skin
But he does not care or has forgotten how
His face has become his eyes
Desperate for looking they have consumed his appearance
And he stares at the empty landscape
They are big and black and heavy.
The rain falls on his eyes and creates regretful streams
That run down to his unmovable feet
He stays fixed and begins to sink
No hope of moving, no reason to move
The ground has given in and let him go
Down in the depths, no reason to move
Where it is dark and cold and still.