Downpour Alley

 

 

I walk the thunder path,

hear the rumble

of each footstep smack,

slapping against 

the cracked wet stone.

I walk alone.

 

I dawdle down 

the lightning road,

as blazing streetlights

blind my eyes.

I listen

to their humming tone.

I walk alone.

 

I amble along 

downpour alleys,

twisted valleys

beside buildings set high.

I stare up 

at the tear-filled sky,

pouring its heart 

into my eyes.

I feel the water 

chill my bones.

I walk alone.

 

I stride the

tempestuous side streets,

where hearts 

don't go to meet,

where eyes 

stare only at feet.

Where any heartbeat, 

could be your last.

I look down 

at the shadow cast

like it is set in solid stone.

I walk alone.

 

I parade down 

the bruised blue stormy pathway

I feel every strain 

in my legs as I sway,

every stone embedded

deep into the soles of my feet

along the way.

I feel every muscle tighten,

my pain heightens

but I know it will help 

so I try not to moan

As I walk alone.

  

 

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