He takes a single breath and breathes heavy, about to be
The rain pours atop a ramshackled mind, and the place begins to upset him greatly
What Should Have Been – absolutely needed to be
And he decides to stop to write something, anything that can make some kind of sense again
Even if it never truly did – pen permitting, of course
Poetic license within
He’s reeling, these agonised, typified feelings having never really left him for one whole day