Velvet Verbosity *413 - Prompt ~ Robbed - 100 words
Standing at the bus stop in the cold rain.
Foul weather and melancholy,
bring into sharp focus, a lifetime of pain.
The soul had suffered so many felonies,
a thousand cuts of momentary shame.
Withdrawn and numb now, the shell still exists,
while the essence and joy in Life long ago floated away.
Was it the theft of a childhood, one drunken blow at a time?
Or rather school yard bullies and a brief hollow marriage
that bears most of the blame?
It matters little now, standing here in the rain.
Image from Saustria