The Urban Elf

There’s a pummeling hush
An earthy smelling shush
As the rain beats down
I’m lost in its embrace
It seems a shame to waste
This quiet time
Yet the soothing fails to reach
Too far inside
There are fires in my mind
And I wonder where my answers lie
Where am I
Where am I
There is no you and there is no him
It’s only me and my plaintive hymn
Crying to the void
Created and destroyed
And wondering
Wondering
At all of this white noise