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untitled for now. I would like ideas though, you'll definitely get credit for it =]

the street sign says

walk but you're

dying to run

 

the cars fly past

not a care or worry

 

red lights & green lights

begin to blur

before your eyes

 

the haze of city lights

becoming your horizon

a maze of busted chain links

become your path

 

climbing

past shattered bottles

& the broken bodies of

those without home

 

taking the walk of

rooftops & fire escapes

belonging to the different

strangers of the street

 

inhaling whats floating

on the night air

filling your lungs with

whatevers been thrown out

 

then you begin to feel the

the ache and need

for the buzz

 

for the trip beyond

whats become your reality

 

your fingers twirling a needle

filled with the little dose of escape

 

looking past empty windows

with eyes just as vacant

the neon signs screaming for attention

but numbing yours

 

the needle falling from your grasp

just as the rain hits your trembling body

 

cruel and calming

soaking through rags

through skin

through your walls

 

the pulsing in your veins

fading to a dull remembrance

of black nights

and missing pieces

 

 

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

A sad despairing description of a wasted life.It dribbles down the page like the descent of an addict to the gutter. Well presented in poeticprose.