Wondering along afar from my way,
come across a dark alley way.
Looked upon the sodden ground,
from the rain that pound and pound.
Seeing a glistening street light turn to cold darkness,
started to loose my patience ness.
Scavengering around trying to feel my way through,
through the dark alley way.
Voices shouted echoed through the delirous cave of darkness,
“This way, this way.”
“Who is saying such things,” whispered I.
The voice answered,
“This way, this way.”
Tripping, scratching, doging
out of the path apprehensive to abscond from
the malacious place.
Frozen as ice, finally I saw a crooked street light.
A light headed voice spoke, “This way, this way, remember…”
Left to cut off the sound and found my wooden divan.
Shall never know, but will contemplate such things said this night:
“Remember…just remember…”
This is what I found myself in a gloomy alley way.
