Like Raindrops Falling

Over these incarcerated years
I have heard men wail in the night,
mourning misplaced lives and lost souls.
Most chilling was the sound of a man
weeping, his sorrow slowly splattering
over my awareness like raindrops
increasing upon the roof, until it echoed
hollow through my mind. Let me tell you,
nothing seems as forlorn as the profound crying
of an unseen man weeping in solitude.

- Stephen Wayne Anderson -
1953 - 2002

awarded poet,
murdered by the state of California January 29, 2002