To the Brown Eyes

The rain coats the road with silver,
Each drop a plea for attention.
Where do these streets wind?
Why do they make me shiver?

My teeth clench with unknown tension,
A wave of sorrow and dread
Covering my entire being;
Not an inch left free.

Walk down this silver street,
aluminum, iron, gray;
Let me go.
Escape my mood and discover life.

I am abandoned and confused,
The road curves to a place I've never been
And it does not matter;
Because no one ever stays for long.

Brown eyes overflowing with wonder and amazement;
Smiles telling lies of compassion,
Memories of false plans,
Fingertips with lustful tendencies.

This road, it is black but seems gray
When it rains.
It is dark but seems bright.
It is real but does not seem right.

A.