As I Walk

The black sea of faces I meet in the street, With hunched backs from a menacing gory despair, Sweeping across the land like a flood of monsters, And dry lips a stamp left by the ravages of hunger, With gloomy eyes poppin sluggishly at me, As if I am an exotic piece of cheese from Honolulu, Making me feel like a fresh sandwich inbetween molded bread, Wishing I could Snape back to where I was, And forget the nightmares people trudge in daylight, For the nightmares drain all the flikers of hope left in me, Hope of a better future that I have always dreamt.