Left Just Standing Poem by Steve Cornell

It's been an hour and ten,
its been raining since then,
but i cant find a how, a why, not even a when.

Was left in the morning,
just standing in the pouring
my head, my soul still souring.

Dont care anymore, but I do
My head plays games, but it's true
If you say anymore then my heart will stay sore,
Leaving my troubles with you

Was left in the morning,
just standing in the pouring
my head, my soul still souring.

Its been 3 weeks,2 hours and 5
There's no where on earth left to drive
but driving somehow will lead me to now
and maybe to feeling alive.