Raincoat

raincoat
lonely…
i saw it wear your raincoat
and belonging;
i saw that steal your Wellington boots
and someone else,
well they ripped you out by the roots
and the others, left on the cruise
gorged on your fruits
and tried to convince you that you always lose
desperation…
i know they burgled your open farm
and adulthood…
gave your that rejected fear type harm 
one good thought, yes;
but sadly too many qualms
feeling…
took a damn good shot at reality
but it was shielded,
by the loyal bodyguards of insanity
and those big black clouds,
drip onto your bed at night
i know the ghosts play the xylophone;
but they never hold you tight