~ Alleyways ~

Alas I’ve come to

The dying end of life

Save for some few

Glorious days

Most have been Milton’s

“Darkness Visible”

Memories are alleyways

Leading to dark places

Self-medication “vodka-cation”

Eases much, masks more

A barrier ‘gainst the darkness

More visible than sunlight

Alleyways where youth walked

Which an old man regrets

A blessed journey run to ruin

Now I wait to die alone

In a forlorn place of...

...much deserved banishment.

-- Misery