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.