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I walk along the dimly lit street at night.
Dark hooded figures walk or are they a trick of the light.
The stars twinkle up in the sky.
The moon smiles like a Cheshire cat with no eyes.
The rain starts to patter on the street.
I step in a puddle and soak my feet.
Thunder cracks above my head.
Branches reach out like the hands of the dead.
At the end of the street I know what waits.
At the end of the street lies my fate.





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scenesoccerqueen said...
Feb. 3, 2012 at 8:04 am
depressed or not great poem!! I love the line 'or is that a trick of the light'
 
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