He sits alone at the street light,
Freezing rain drenches him
Like a titanic waterfall falling from the clouds.
He doesn’t have a mom or pops
To care for him,
He only has faces that loom from
A hundred apartment windows.
They reflect a certain apathetic grief
Upon the boy that tells him
He’ll be the epitome of pity,
A gloomy image their superiority can pinnacle over.