Wretched
The back alley is darkly lit,
but still I find my way.
Dank, smell, moldy and dark,
The same path every day.
The eyes that pierce the alley cracks,
watching as I pass.
Every step into the dark,
hopelessness ever last.
Entwined and embraced the wretchedness,
binding what I knew.
The darkness grabs hold so tight,
to fear something new.
The bricks conclude in a wall so high,
no egress a place to go.
I slowly turn to look whence I came,
the fear my eyes now show.
I hear the footsteps approach me now,
I hear my beating heart.
This alley is my home of sorts,
Every morning it's where I start.
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