Sickness in the Streets
By LadyLeBlanc
Whither will I wander In these dank and dreary streets? For I'm a creature of the night And the alley is where life leads. Sell your body to the darkness Catch the going rate In my world of last resorts where corruption is your fate. This life is bathed in shadows Much darker than the night, An ever-spinning whirl pool Of shame, and cold, and fright. Don't pity me for my choices. Set your troubled mind at ease. The streets are full of sickness and I am their disease.Was thinking about striking the 3rd stanza....hmm, I dunno. Just so you know, which you probably did, this is in no way a personal poem thought the personal pronoun is used. :-) Just to make sure though. Wrote it in Keyboarding today!! Woo-hoo! Written March 20th, 2002 © on Mar 20 2002 01:18 PM PST, Kaleigh Naylor 0 • 10
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