Valleys of Tormented Despair -Fullstop-

Empty tin cans, as drained as I Rattle among dusky streets Crowds appear, to disperse There's no change, anywhere. Hope is on my left hand side But I stare blankly straight ahead Faith lay some way back No point in turning round. I've circumnavigated thrice this world It appears salvation is merely a myth For the tired and weary, a mirage awaits God only speaks on long dusty roads. When you're in a hole this deep It seems easier to dig than climb I feel I've extracted so much soil I left a valley in my wake. My attempted entry to Broken Wings Form 'V' contest.