The Alley
He walks down dark alleys at night.
Searching for evidence of life.
He can't believe the man was right.
His daughter victim of a knife.
Sometimes the mind begins to break.
He can't grasp this reality.
The pain felt with each breath he takes.
Each step steeped in his misery.
He see's a girl that looks like her.
Thinks back to when she was a child.
Overcome by tears his eyes blur.
She had been one so sweet and mild.
Why had his girl become so wild?
Inspired by reading Seren's English Quintain.
My first attempt at this form.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
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