An empty street

 

My breath fogs up winter air

Swirling like cigarette smoke

Or cliché ghosts.

 

The ground hurts my feet " its cold

Not wet, but slightly damp

Above me the moon shines black

 

I walk alone through moonlit streets

There’s no one else here

For once, the streets are bare

 

My heart is thinking, my head is beating

This town is frightening with its emptiness

 

I turn down dark twisted alleyways

Alone and tormented

A ghost in my own head

 

A stranger

I n my own mind

Reviews

[shallimarRose]

"My heart is thinking, my head is beating" Wow great line... I can so relate to this piece Shelby.. I often write about feeling like a stranger.. Great work.. thank you. shallimarRose

[Shelby]

thank you so much :')