WL Schuett

The Alley

don\'t go down this alley 

where truth is told , broken bottles 

captured spirit, a complete dead end 

 

lost and fobidden ,all alone 

footsteps echo, over your shoulder 

behind your back something slithers 

 

bravery runs, courage falters 

garbage reeks , light bulbs flicker 

the truth in loneliness abides 

 

fish bones and alley cats 

deep , dark, frightening an open door 

slimey slippery there is no exit 

 

an alley 

where truth and honesty thrives 

an alley 

where only the tough survive 

just an alley 

do you dare go down alone