He sits in the dark
Nothing heard but the passing of cars
and the soft droplets of rain on the metal roof of his car as it sits in park
On the lonely side of stretch of road
Many pass by
but no one offers any help
still sitting there
as hours roll by
Seems soo alone on the concrete world
the sun was warm
Now faded into the west
the cold creaps in
stealing the warmth that he felt once
just a memory now as he thinks
in the darkness that now swarms him