The Rain Is Falling On Me Poem by Phillip Robertson

The rain is falling on me
It’s cold
I don’t like it here
It seems to just not be right
I wish that I could get out of here
But I can’t seem to move at all
I want to go home
I’m scared of this place
I don’t like it at all
I can’t remember why I’m here
All I can hear is silence
The smell of the outside still clings to me
Like a dog that has missed its master for such a long time
He stands at the door
He has a gun in his hand
I’m afraid of what’s going to happen
He holds the gun in my direction
I’m horrified of what might happen
He squeezes the trigger