Would you?

It's dark.

You are out in the rain.

No shoes or a jacket.

No face. And no pain.

Completely alone.

Entirely broken.

Just you and the darkness.

Can now you be open?

If anyone ever asked why you're out

Would you reply?

Would you suppress your pain,

Cover your tears and lie?

Would you laugh blissfully at what's inside

And hate every piece of your dispirited mind?

Would you?

It's cold.

Your clothes stick to the skin.

Your feet pet the asphalt

No God. And no sin.

Invisible someone.

Lost in despair.

Searching for sanity

Will it ever be fair?