Dark Parade

The rain pours
on a dreary day,
yet another mark
of depression come their way.

They gather together,
they gather around,
the ones who live near
and others from other towns.

Seeing each other
is usually a pleasure
but today is no celebration
due to a lost treasure.

As some file in
others file out -
tears are shed
and sadness without a doubt.

They talk of a journey
that has now finished
as well as a legacy
that will ne'er diminish.

They speak of the morrow
and the dark parade
that rain will follow
from eyes under shade.

They know the grief
will follow them there
from which they will not
soon be spared.

They console each other
out of shear selfishness
so as to not be alone
with spirits and souls that need caressed.

This agony goes on
as eyes perspire
and tear glands can't
help but tire.

Their souls pray
for rest from depression
as their hearts sink
deeper into this recession.

They wish it were all
but a dream
so they could awake
and see hope's gleam.

Alas!
They close their eyes
and pray for their nightmare
to collectively end
and for their reality to be repaired.