The Lonely Streets
I see a world of flickering gray
with many shadows fraught with despair
as I slowly walk down the backstreets of my mind
on a journey to nowhere
trapped between the corner of illusion
and reality where yesterday and tomorrow collide
one rushing further away
the other exploding towards me
carrying all the dust and debris of my smoke-filled dreams
that vanished on the broken altar of circumstances
There are no people traveling my backstreets
only shattered glass
that cuts into my bare feet with each step
as I walk closer to my soul
so I may remember the tiny shards
where blood-stained hands
grasp the last remnants of yesterday's window
that had once allowed my tears to roll down its pane
as I stared out into the darkness
searching for something or someone to rescue me
when I heard my soul scream from the pain of betrayal
and felt the world turn cold and uninviting...
9/25/19 contest In the backstreets of my mind
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2019
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