Shadow world

 

Living in the shadow world,

the underside of town,

the dark alleys down which

you dare not walk.

We are the undesirables.

Days blur,

no need to know where

or when today is.

Look down upon me

with judgement,

in this upside down

mirror world.

 

I pledge my allegiance

to these cold streets.

Just let me be.

Here in this cardboard hideaway.

Shadows at play,

whilst waves of people

flood the high street and

go about their days.

 

Here in this flipside realm

you only see the shell,

not the internal hell

or the constant struggle

of this place I dwell.

No calendar to ignore,

no boxes to tick,

no clocks echoing tocks.

Just another long day

in this endless concrete grey.

 

Here in the penumbra of your view,

clouded faces try to pass the hours.

The crowded streets,

the constant drone of living hell.

Cloaked in bedding and city grime.

Loading bays and doorways.

Luxury stays

here in the faded dull lifeless grey

of the shadow world

at the end of another day.

 

 

 

 

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