Crossroads

I stand a feeble man.My senses disobey my worthiness.The rain rumbles and gurgles the roof but the drops seem to bypass me like the wind.I offer my hand to the demonic downpour but nothing stirs a response.I don’t seem to remember a moment before this.As if all my life i have been here.This is all in know.I look around with hope to see someone i know of.None are the faces i may have known for none i remember anymore.The drops of the rain swoosh by my ears like the breeze but none touch me close.The breeze seems an agent of silence falling over.There are faces here that i don’t know.

An old woman with a infant in her arms.Wrapped in a blanket she sways it gentle.The child must be crying for her attempts to reconcile seem dire but not to my ears.Dressed in furry black coat and a hand woven hat the woman seems old .Her shoes boast of longing since she was young .She seems Old enough to not to play mother to the child in her fold.I walk towards her to get a glimpse of from where the commotion springs.As i walk closer to her she looks up at me.She utters some words of which none i hear.Without responding i walk towards her.My ignorance to response doesn’t seem to bother her.Her lips seize to move and i no longer am fixated on the idea of interpreting what she said.I walk slow for it seems a heavy walk.I reach by the woman who looks at me with hardened eyes for something plays with her mind.I bend over to witness the charm of nuisance .

The sound of the drops elevate like a heart beat.The mnemonics of the gurgles ride the notes of thunder .My eyes bulge at the site i see.The blanket envelops nothing but air and soul but unlike the one i’ve ever seen.My legs weakened by the trip i made suddenly find life from a place as i step backwards.My head fails to comprehend what i just saw.There was nothing in the warm abode.But something referred to me a presence.Something i knew.Something dark and ominous .My head hurts from thought.A sudden explosion of pain grips my chest.I stutter to the ground .The woman is unmoved.Her face as lifeless as the baby she holds.

The swaying continues like the heavens that cry.
The woman poaches with words at the turbulence.The view of her now blurred by the droplets i feel.Her lips move again but nothing penetrates the noise.The pain clutches my chest as i’m driven to moan.My eyes still chase the moment from before.I confront plenty a times of what it was.Maybe she wants to tell me something.Maybe she wants to tell me what it is.Maybe she knows who the hell i am.
The pain is rescued by the head.The heavens seem silent again.The droplets no longer sensitize.The vision is refined as she sways her child back and forth.I return to normalcy and look around for answers.A man stands at the edge of the shelter.He ventures into the rain every now and then but returns unscathed.I find an accomplice in this quest of mine.I walk to him as the walk is heavier than before.
My mind afresh of the ghastly image i saw.As i walk towards a playful soul i look back .Blood runs through her veins but maybe not in her head.She probably does’t know anything of the world.Maybe she is blind .But then her eyes were acquainted with the site if me.Her vision seemed to flutter for once i noticed.

I reach by the man in his youth .I tap his shoulder to warrant his attention.The figure remains oblivious to my presence.I tap the shoulders once again as he is not moved in any form.I tap again with a heavier hand but he remains lifeless.His hands presented to the rain but just like mine they deceive the obvious.
I step forward to face the prick.The raindrops gather speed with which they fall.The sound amplifies to a fearful crescendo.The grim returns and i fall on my back.The fall seems to skip foreplay but the pain begins to pound like a million heartbeats.The droplets slide down my neck and the cold grips my bones.The view is reduced to blur again.

I drag myself away from the freak.The pain pulls me to hell and back.I begin to moan with intolerance.As i drag myself away from him the woman seems to gesture.Her hands rip apart the blur that surrounds me.I try to gather as much as i can.She points to something on the floor as her utterance filters through the noise.
“ You are bleeding”
I gaze at the pool of redness i find myself submerged in.I wipe the floor as if beneath it lies an answer to all the riddles.The redness slowly spreads over the floor and reaches the woman.Just before the colour paints her leather she lifts her feet and crosses her legs to hide them under.Her arms hold what i could not comprehend and still sways it back and forth unmoved by what unfolds around her.
I follow the pain into my fabric from where the eruptions lay path.The white is soaked with red.I reach the heart of reason.My touch drops me into sufferance of an unimaginable nature.Tears surface as my eyes well with the agony i inherit.

I look up as the lips move again.
“Its time to go”
The words echo in this boundless surround.A shade of blackness descends and eats the light.The pains begins to ease as the blood begins to recede.The fabric approaches dryness as the darkness takes over .The legs find strength as to my feet i raise myself.

The woman now stands close to me.Her eyes see through me as she moves a step closer.She puts forward the mystery she holds.

“Do you want to carry our baby”
Darkness has me as as memories return on the chariot of fate, life crumbles and oblivion takes over.