Gloomy Atmosphere Poem by Octavian Cocos

Outside it's raining, I'm in agony
Because it's cold and I can stand no more
And while I'm gazing from my balcony
I feel I'm dead already in my core.

The sidewalks look as if they're cast in lead
The people slowly pass along the gates,
They drag their feet and all appear half-dead,
The wind has frozen solid their traits.

All cars seem ugly, obsolete and gray
A wretched tram slides lazily on rails
The atmosphere is gloomy and decay
Creeps in my room where darkness now prevails.