Dark Parts
Some parts of this city I should not go
too few streetlamps dampened, wobbly wet walls.
These are those parts that one ought not to know
perfect settings where dark danger befalls.
My mind has morphed the city I knew
quickens my pace from sly shadows behind.
Now meeting people who I stare straight through
turning corners to streets I cannot find.
Not belonging here only feeds my fear
searching for a near nook, safe place to be.
Far from silent steps behind me I hear
striving eyes dart, hoping no one shall see.
Tell me why, did I, venture out this day
prime pulses pounding, one hastens away.
Colored Pencil Illustration by G. Gaul
8/26/21
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