Lonely streets,
October chill,
sidewalk cracked
and mind numbed.
Blinding headlights
eyes contracted,
whispering wind.
Footsteps growing heavy
fatigued by your hate,
nowhere to go
to escape these feelings.
Waiting for nothing
and recieving the same,
wonder of my future
reflecting on the past.
Steady and falling
with no turning back,
colors are fading
blurring through.
Calls for help
fall on def ears,
sit in my grave
of pavement,
cold and black.
Author notes
Written in rehab March 23, 2009.
Comments
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I really like the last stanza, it was really intese, props on this one, I love it!

