Along Downtrodden Street

I walk along Downtrodden street It crests and sinks under my feet The steep incline indifferent to my weary The cal-de-sac I face bottoms my worry It’s a dark avenue of whimpers, Of lifeless nests in leafless branches The sun dims with each step of tentativeness High gates locked out to my neighbourliness I follow my shadow like I’m it’s stalker The sun goes down with his dark laughter He grows taller and bolder in my underestimation And moves father, seemingly dictating my direction I know I should turn back before my sprawl, But the momentum is an easier ride downhill I know I should have more sense before dusk, But lying to myself is a much simpler ask