On The Streets of Darkness

The darkness within a prison of one's own making.

The Streets of Darkness

 

 

I have walked the streets of darkness

Many times before

Please will you walk with me

I do not wish to walk alone there anymore.

 

The trees have no leaves there.

The flowers never bloom.

The creeks are just dry rock beds

There is no water to walk through.

 

It is a place where people walk by

And pretend they didn’t see you cry.

No one knows

No one cares

How you happened to get there.

 

It is a place that makes you feel

As if your heart is being torn apart

For there is no one there

Who will take the time to care.

 

I hope my friend

That you never have to walk

On the streets of darkness

Where not even you will care.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Being aware of being of being here.